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Les paroles de My Gun Go Off:
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Curtis (2007) | | Titre: | My Gun Go Off | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 430 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga
now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk
you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to
flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work in,
Leaving
niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 1:]
F**k Boy you can see it to
believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll
merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I ain't gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One
shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling
the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I
aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math
or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sitting
Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jake
ride by
I click-clack thats that I don't flash, I mash
I wave the Uzi at 'em,
I make a movie out
'em.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows
burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying
to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When
I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We call it putting work
in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off
[Verse 2:]
You better lose
yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back
out and fire back
At you hat, you back, you ass crack, you nut sack.
Your Cadillac if you make it
to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millennium mac
man
Clips on the whips I ride in 'em
Bad bitches I ride inn 'em
Don't worry I'll get 'em
Gat
Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety don't work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up
faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring
out.
Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they
have their canes out tomorrow
You know tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart
beatin' then your ass awake.
[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin'
You
feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Call it attempted
murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off
Don't try
to say I'm tripping'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off
We
call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off | | | |
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