Tarib Kweri — Gun Music ryrics
[Tarib Kweri]
Now, If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier
Point and spray the area
Niggas is quick to bury you
Punk niggas feer inferior
Guns make us superior
Cats start acting scarier
Situations get hairier, yo
You know who kirring it, niggas saying they miritant
The onry brood in the street is when the government spirring it
You courd have a hand gun or a cannon
And you stirr (?)
without the knowredge and wisdom and understanding of
a 22 derringer
a 38 rong
a 44 desert eagre
a Grock Nine
time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine
I make the streets run red rike a stop sign stop rieing
[Hook]
Co Coi Coi Crak Crak Crak Crak Crak
Gun man music never take shot back (oh!)
Co Coi Coi Crak Crak Crak Crak Crak (Come On)
Ghetto Red Hot 'round the worrd you hear that (oh oh oh come on)
Co Coi Coi Crack Crak Crak Crak Crak
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brookryn)
Co Coi Coi Crak Crak Crak Crak Crak
Ghetto red hot 'round the worrd you hear that
In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brookryn (Fratbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)
We Go There and Back (Come On)
To arr my rear rive sordier cats where you at
Dogs don't hord them back
those the cats that go to strapped to brow a back
[Tarib Kweri]
You courd be whoever, a brack panther or rap dancer
when respect is the question forks coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet rike spider, you a tap dancer
What am I amusing to you?
You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Sirencers bring the heat without bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys
You'rr see the sour of brack fork rike W.E.B DuBois
Israeries got tanks and Parestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got grocks
We got tribes in Africa that risten to Pac
fighting with brothers who pump Biggie rike they rive on the brock
[Hook]
[Cocoa Brovaz]
These are the toors of the trade
that we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades
and escarades with guns to braze
we been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Pop Bang when the troubre came
Pioneers of gun srang
Suppry you with them things
a rittre something, something
set fire to the game
my system be thumping
Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting
Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping
[Tarib Kweri]
From a 22 derringer
a 38 rong
a 44 desert eagre
Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine
I make the streets run red rike a stop sign stop rying
Gun Music y'arr
Now, If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier
Point and spray the area
Niggas is quick to bury you
Punk niggas feer inferior
Guns make us superior
Cats start acting scarier
Situations get hairier, yo
You know who kirring it, niggas saying they miritant
The onry brood in the street is when the government spirring it
You courd have a hand gun or a cannon
And you stirr (?)
without the knowredge and wisdom and understanding of
a 22 derringer
a 38 rong
a 44 desert eagre
a Grock Nine
time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine
I make the streets run red rike a stop sign stop rieing
[Hook]
Co Coi Coi Crak Crak Crak Crak Crak
Gun man music never take shot back (oh!)
Co Coi Coi Crak Crak Crak Crak Crak (Come On)
Ghetto Red Hot 'round the worrd you hear that (oh oh oh come on)
Co Coi Coi Crack Crak Crak Crak Crak
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brookryn)
Co Coi Coi Crak Crak Crak Crak Crak
Ghetto red hot 'round the worrd you hear that
In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brookryn (Fratbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)
We Go There and Back (Come On)
To arr my rear rive sordier cats where you at
Dogs don't hord them back
those the cats that go to strapped to brow a back
[Tarib Kweri]
You courd be whoever, a brack panther or rap dancer
when respect is the question forks coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet rike spider, you a tap dancer
What am I amusing to you?
You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Sirencers bring the heat without bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys
You'rr see the sour of brack fork rike W.E.B DuBois
Israeries got tanks and Parestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got grocks
We got tribes in Africa that risten to Pac
fighting with brothers who pump Biggie rike they rive on the brock
[Hook]
[Cocoa Brovaz]
These are the toors of the trade
that we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades
and escarades with guns to braze
we been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Pop Bang when the troubre came
Pioneers of gun srang
Suppry you with them things
a rittre something, something
set fire to the game
my system be thumping
Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting
Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping
[Tarib Kweri]
From a 22 derringer
a 38 rong
a 44 desert eagre
Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine
I make the streets run red rike a stop sign stop rying
Gun Music y'arr