Quiet Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

When the sun goes down and them guns come out 

Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth 

When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin 

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) 

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear 

All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year 

With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it 

How did they make it in this game for so long 

I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard 

I know a federal case, from a publicity charge 

Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL 

But hoes wanna go to COURT 'til I pay them for they NAILS 

Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me 

My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T 

You spent your advance on your Continental T 

I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee 

And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER 

Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER 

Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE 

I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS 

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I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material 

But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible 

The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 

'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical 

SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul 

And if I don't like you then I will pretend to 

It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you 

In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do 

Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya 

Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher 

I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya 

Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers 

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey 

Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody 

I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley 

Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? 

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You see it always be them ones talkin this and that 

How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP 

Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 

'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back 

It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin 

The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin 

A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin 

They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards 

Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers 

Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers 

You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM 

Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean 

Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems 

You act like you don't know what side of town this realer 

Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers