prayers, or head 'Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness, niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
prayers, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
Traduction: Ja Rule. Parlez Gun (feat. Blackchild).
Traduction: Ja Rule. Parlez Gun.
head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you Cuz, I proved I move the retail Make the smoothest grooves wit female And I remove the rules on
(feat. Ja Rule) [Talking - Ja Rule {Fabolous}] {We trin' to kill these niggas} Yo {Yea, Uh Huh, Yea} We in the door now {Yea} Holla, Rule nigga, With
I see you I'm gunnin' it down Because I am the laser gun carryin (The laser gun carryin') The laser gun carryin (The laser gun carryin') The laser gun
talking about no doe but wondering why I'm so rude to you I only talk that dolla, talk that digit, talk that nume-rule Chill with all that gossipin'
no money or no women tonight, just rollin in something foreign with my gun at my side, smoking designer dogia hope i dont run into one time, No perticular destination i jus wanna roll, Dont wanna talk
(talking) Brass knuckle knife, Mafia me and my family Jail, hell or paradise, am I my brother's keeper Forever twice, what's none of the dark will Come
' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic
gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin
What about these niggaz I despise -- them loud talkin cowards shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize follow the rules
movies High talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer I'm livin that Chorus (4x) (Tupac) Thug Life, y'all know the rules
and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules
a nigga Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule
