Talib Kweli - Gun Music lyrics

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Talib Kweli ft. Cocoa Brovaz- GUN MUSIC

(Some Jibberish)

[Talib Kweli]

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 feel inferior

Guns make us superior

Cats start acting scarier

Situations get hairier, yo

You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant

The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it

You could have a hand gun or a cannon

And you still (?)

Without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of

A .22 (derringer)

A .38 (long)

A .44 (desert eag')

A Glock Nine

Time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine

I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying

[Hook]

Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak

Gun man music never take shot back (Oh)

Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On)

Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on)

Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak

Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes)(Brooklyn)

Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak

Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that

In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)

We Go There and Back (Come On)

To all my real live soldier cats where you at

Dogs don't hold them back

Those the cats that go get strapped to blow 'em back

[Talib Kweli]

You could be whoever, a black panther or lap dancer

When respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer

Shoot at your feet like spider,make you a tap dancer

What am I amusing to you?

You better have that answer

Toys for guns, I got guns for toys

Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise

Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys

You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B. DuBois

Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks

Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks

We got tribes in Africa that listen to 'Pac

Fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block

[Hook]

[Cocoa Brovaz]

These are the tools of the trade

That we use to get paid

When we cruise on escapades

And escalades with guns to blaze

We been this ways since the younger days

Safe from the hunger pains

Pop Bang when the trouble came

Pioneers of gun slang

Supply you with them things

A little something, something

Set fire to the game

My system be thumping

Co Coi Coi! the sales of guns busting

Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping

[Talib Kweli]

From a .22 (derringer)

A .38 (long)

A .44 (desert eag')

A Glock Nine

Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine

I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying

Gun Music y'all