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    "Gun Music" Lyrics

    Talib Kweli feat. Cocoa Brovaz

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    [Talib Kweli]
    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 (?)
    without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of
    a 22 derringer
    a 38 long
    a 44 desert eagle
    a Glock Nine
    time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine
    I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lieing

    Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
    Gun man music never take shot back (oh!)
    Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On)
    Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on)
    Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak
    Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brooklyn)
    Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
    Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
    In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)
    We Go There and Back (Come On)
    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

    [Talib Kweli]
    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, 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 Pac
    fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block


    [Cocoa Brovaz]
    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
    Pop 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

    [Talib Kweli]
    From a 22 derringer
    a 38 long
    a 44 desert eagle
    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
    This song was submitted on October 27th, 2004 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Darrell A. Jr. Yates, Dorsey Wesley, Talib Kweli Greene, Tekomin B. Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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