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Gun Play Lyrics - Singles - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Yeah, kill 'em, how we do it dun 

Get your gunz nigga, we killing 'em 

Getting real up in here y'all 

What like, is like, is like, is like 

How we do it dun, Murder muzik 

Big Noyd, Big P, get your gunz, nigga 

 

Yo, you know who we be, the R A double P E R 

Niggaz fuck with this and they get sent to the E R 

I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining, keep your head up 

'Cause you'll get wet up, flashing diamonds, dancing, shining 

But thugs like me, repping QBC is a place when is cold out 

Niggaz go all out 

 

Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark 

Drama we into, and bring it to you physical 

With four fives, four nines, gunz ain't a thang duke 

You know what them thangs do, swing and lay whole crew 

 

There's tension in the air, better chill when I'm telling you 

I know you down from eighty five live, you ain't scared to die 

You getting dough and getting by yatti yatt -ya 

But its real when the H N I C and the R A double P 

Strap with them G U N Z 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, oh niggaz want a gun play 

 

Really, let's do it here and now, we don't negotiate 

We don't settle out, we pull a heavy metal out 

We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss 

Niggaz humble when my duns rumble 

Go ahead pop your gun, we got those too 

This ain't nothin' new, you ain't a threat 

 

Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet? 

Whatcha you a thug who demand respect 

Like I give a shit, nigga, I'll give a clip to your abs 

You get torn up fucking with P, you'll get it bad 

It's like the same old song 

 

Let nigga front, blow his top off and I'm not in the wrong 

Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get 

Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose 

You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into 

You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play 

 

Yo, yo, yo, we ain't shooting doors 

We kicking doors down bucking your broads 

Dont let me catch you, eye you up 

And then draws, we murder y'all 

Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock 

 

Foul way y'all sound, that's how we get down till they rot 

If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop 

Do the maths, somebody ass gonn be up in a box 

Its not me, no days, no nights and you 

No more rocking your wear, Gucci's with your Nikes 

 

True, no more fronting like you larger than life 

Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights 

It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs 

Show you how to work them guns 

Fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums 

 

That'll handicap your team till y'all bleed all over the street 

Whiles I get the fuck up and outta here quick 

And if your man wanna ride, for your bum ass 

The shit nigga 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, these niggaz want a gun play 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play 

 

My gunz popping, your gunz pop 

We could go out shot for shot 

We can do it to the gunz go lock 

Bust none stop, these niggaz don't want no gun play 

 

Nah, fagot ass nigga 

Clap 'em down, clap 'em down 

Clap 'em down, son 

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