50 Cent - Gunz Come Out
It's Cold(It's Cold)
So Cold (So Cold)
Chorus x2
Ya' know (wut wut ya'll know what I'm about
Ya' know, front about my dough,(wut wut'ya ) then the guns come out(then the guns come out)
Verse 1
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fkin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigg* head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigg* money long
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, p*ssy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome
The ice blue in my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigg* play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine dog and yo as* dead
Chorus x2
Ya' know (wut wut ya'll know what I'm about
Ya' know, front about my dough,(wut wut'ya ) then the guns come out(then the guns come out)
Verse 2
In the hood, hoopty, hat low, don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fk it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
fk around and get ya cap peeled
nigg* you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that fed them too
nigg* welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let they guns talk
Look homie I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some cripz
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigg* I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the s**t b*tch
Chorus x2
Ya' know (wut wut ya'll know what I'm about
Ya' know, front about my dough,(wut wut'ya ) then the guns come out(then the guns come out)
Verse 3
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muf*le
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigg*, run up behind a nigg*
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigg*
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigg* are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will I will comodate you
One phone call and will exterminate you
No future fkin' with me, there's no tomorrow
'll run up on you tonight and hit ya wit hollows
Chorus x2
Ya' know (wut wut ya'll know what I'm about
Ya' know, front about my dough,(wut wut'ya ) then the guns come out(then the guns come out)
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