Gun Talk — текст песни (Mathematics f Buddah Bless, StreetLife)

[StreetLife]
This is it, back in the mix and shit
Verbal gymnast, watch how we flip the script
Doors we split, money ain`t rebuild the click
Check the real shit
Niggaz die for pose in they whips
Now we rich and some niggaz smelling they piss
I still murder anyone of y`all fucking with this
We convicts, time served with no jail visits
I`m out now and if you ain`t rolling with this
It`s no love, it`s no hugs, I ain`t friends with ya
And you can catch a slug if the Clan say `Get Ya`
Street Life do anything to get richer
I`ll murder you just to put my face in your picture
Why it`s like that? I don`t play with rap
I got dough to stack, a whole bowl of cracks
In the blocks, it`s slowing, I ain`t going back
So I`m fucking with Wu when I`m bringing my gats

[multiple gun shots]

[Hook: Buddah Bless]
What`s up?
Is this nigga spitting off with the rules?
What`s going down?
Absolut till the eighty is proof
What it look like?
The thug `bout to get in a fight
What it is?
Yo it`s just the club, man it`s jumping tonight

[Buddah Bless]
This is it, go `head nigga, start them shit
I`ma beef on the streets with a monster click
You put crills on your blills and I sponsored it
Now mix a lil bit of `dro with the choco stick
Crack the Dutch, roll it up nigga, spark that shit
I`m bringing flame to the game, I`m an arsonist
And why these cops trying to catch me?
I`ma get gold on ice like Wayne Gretzky
Snipe like Wesley, flows I hawk and spit
I ain`t talking shit-it, walking with it
Long forbid it, get lost, forget it
I paid the cost and did it
This a auction, bid it
Y`all don`t know what I put up to get it
So put up or shut up, blaze down
What`s going down nigga? What up?
What the blood clot? What the fuck got?
Gun cocked, one shot, lung pop
Lunch stop nigga like sun hot
Throw guns warm, conversate arm

[Hook]