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Ja Rule 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

Traducció: Ja Rule. Arma Talk (feat Blackchild).

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

rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun

but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun

ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em I'm sticking to the script like lint on denim Mama said if the rules ain't bent don't bend 'em Real nigga talking

you want drama with The dynasty, Amil, Bleek, Jigga and Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me? Roc ears, Roc-wears, bandannas and white tees Me without a gun

fuckin em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD FUCKIN em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD fuckin em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS

-Da You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block) La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da [Sheek louch] Hey yo, i talk shit like i wanna talk, (Yeah)