Представляем точный текст композиции "Gun Talk" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ja Rule . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Gun Talk» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ja Rule передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ja Rule - "Gun Talk"
Lyrics to Gun Talk : [Chorus] Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then Well if you dont like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding And if theres more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Real talk, the inc about to run New York Cause theres no real niggaz left to hold the torch Who gon hold us of, cause you dont read newspapers nigga Lt Ja tell it, thats murder inc boys, thats real killers Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you cant be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches You know That fo four that handle his buisness Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest Damn What so gangsta about these niggaz Now I got the full speed niggaz, led Leave them dead over prayers, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz cant be this stupid Its gun talk, niggaz better get used to it [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Blackchild] I dont care if youre a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot Im raised by the plot, product of the hater The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade I aint afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun Married muder one, sleep with the fishes Tasting red rum, young and corrupted Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter With no introduction Our role models is forced with the hollows Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla The whitness and the polla Weed twisting ganja Load up the clips and flip the corner They Morner, be morners stay gunner We gangster, gangster point and blank ya Thank ya Niggaz keep me in the mood To eat a nigga food I murder with real bombs [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz The weed the dope the E the coke, niggaz The gauge is mine, thats all I know Ive been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know This tough load, the 3 8 os, I let my hoes hold Keep it in them working, In case Im legal searching They got worship god, and trust the gun Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch Its all about violence, real niggaz is silenced And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses Ill make you watch while I fuck the spouse This, aint buisness, its personal, gun talk when I holla your the first to know How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of [Chorus] Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherfuckers [ Gun Talk Lyrics ]
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