Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Tekomin Williams, Talib Kweli Greene, Dorsey Wesley, Darrell A Yates
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Talib KweliGun Music Lyrics:
Now, if I'm out of town, my crew take of your bodies
The more the merrier point and spray the area
Niggas is quick to bury you, punk niggas feel inferior
Guns make us superior, cats start acting scarier
Situations get hairier, yo
You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant
The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it
You could have a hand gun or a cannon
And you still [Incomprehensible] without the knowledge
And wisdom and understanding of a 22 derringer, a 38 long
A 44 desert eagle, a glock nine, come on
Time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine
I make the streets run red like a stop sign, stop lying
Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak
Gun man music never take shot back
Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
Co coi coi, clack clak clak clak clak
Gun man youth never take shot back
Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clakc
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
In Jamaica, in Brooklyn, in Ethiopia, we go there and back
To all my real live soldier cats where you at
Dogs, don't hold them back, those the cats
That go to strapped to blow a back
You could be whoever, a black panther or lap dancer
When respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet like spider, make you a tap dancer
What am I amusing to you? You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys
You'll see the soul of black folk like W E B DuBois
Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks
We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pak
Fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block
Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak
Gun man music never take shot back
Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
Co coi coi, clack clak clak clak clak
Gun man youth never take shot back
Co coi coi, clak clak clak clak clak
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
In Jamaica, in Brooklyn, in Ethiopia, we go there and back
To all my real live soldier cats where you at
Dogs, don't hold them back, those the cats
That go to strapped to blow a back
These are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze
We been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Bang when the trouble came, pioneers of gun slang
Supply you with them things a little something, something
Set fire to the game my system be thumping
Co coi coi, the sounds of guns busting
Co coi coi, your heart just start pumping
From a 22 derringer, a 38 long, a 44 desert eagle
A glock nine, time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine
I make the streets run red like a stop sign, stop lying
Gun music y'all
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