Gunshowers (Wu Tang Presents…Wu Massacre 2010)

Текст песни Method Man and Ghostface, Inspectah Deck, Sun God - Gunshowers (Wu Tang Presents…Wu Massacre 2010)

Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothin' to borrow
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm a hard one to swallow

Here's another hard one to gargle
Fuck your life, that's the motto
I'm nice with mics, Cus D'Amato
Drug related, blunt guts all up in your condo
Hate a noisy woman, why you all up in my convo?

Let me hold somethin', look at you killas, like you owe somethin'
Stole somethin', give me my paper 'fore I blow somethin'
Right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)
I want it right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)

Shady niggas hidin' the loot, you see my baby needs shoes
And the record label tryin' recoupe
I want it right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)
And I mean right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)

Gun battles, so many chains on the neck
Hands and feet, niggas say I'm Shaq
Sky blue, terry cloth, low pullover
Hit ten like a 2010 new Hova

Movies on, never ran it
Call me a don, been shittin' everywhere 'cause niggas can't stand it
Terminate faggots who violate our square
Goon therapy, S.I., we don't fight fair
Beef, we can get it on, right here
And that includes y'all low niggas wearin' tight gear

Sun God and that's your target, aim right there
My money long and green like Buzz Lightyear
I'm all right here, the way I move the blow
Fuck a show, you would think it was an all white affair

Been fuego, more fire here
Then you seen me gettin' money off the water like a pall bearer there
No Newports, Marlboro's here
Go smoke out the smoke in your face, bitch, I ain't never care
Get shot down when the Ghost smell fear, let me hold somethin'
Look in your face like you owe somethin'

Let me hold somethin', look at you killas, like you owe somethin'
Stole somethin', give me my paper 'fore I blow somethin'
Right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)
I want it right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)

Shady niggas hidin' the loot, you see my baby needs shoes
And the record label tryin' recoupe
I want it right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)
And I mean right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)

I'm playin' for the Bucks like Hakeem Warrick
Nickel bag in the park, my team on it
They want it like that in the street, it's dry as a well
Hell, that's why I sell crack on the beat

I ain't tryna just happen to eat
I'ma make a nigga dance even if I gotta clap at his feet
This is somethin' like lock up, murder behind bars
A warrior, my story defined by my scars
Seven thirty verbal, my word work circles
You a jerk, fool, I burn you like your birds do

Let me hold somethin', look at you killas, like you owe somethin'
Stole somethin', give me my paper 'fore I blow somethin'
Right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)
I want it right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)

Shady niggas hidin' the loot, you see my baby needs shoes
And the record label tryin' recoupe
I want it right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)
And I mean right now, give me my fuckin' shit
(Chicka-blaow)