Gunplay (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Gunplay
Written by：Lenny MollingsWilliam RobertsRichard MoralesJohnny MollingsMaurice CarpenterLeigh Elliott
Run with me or run from me
The worse come to worst
It's only gonna be gunplay
Feel me ni**a
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundred
Lot of talk on the street like a ni**a crossin' me
Well it's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how chain swing tired of my face
Tellin' lies gettin' niggas wives tied up and raped
Similar to the mob deeper than the rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed all the cell phones tapped
Bullet in my head bullet in my chest
Yeah they want a ni**a dead they envy my success
To be loved to be loved
Oh what a feelin' 100 rounds in the drum
Niggas gettin' whacked no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin' I know b**ches who clippin' you dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rosay Jason ace by the case
Crisco line 2 young ni**a what it do
He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love we go back to the blue house
And if she bad enough may take her to the new house
My Maserati be the new body
Got ya girls panties wetter than a pool party ni**a
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had that b**ch sittin' ringside
You wanna go that route
I been on this road before
I know gunplay you know gunplay
Shootin' for the win but ready for the loss
Both lines on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' that iron
When I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinking 'bout time
Ain't thinking 'bout mine
Ain't thinking 'bout dyin'
My niggas so street my swishers so sweet
All this money on the table how a ni**a gon' sleep
Speculation of my deal it was over 10 mil
Blowin' herb chauffeur plus a home didn't feel
Beat the case like gotti we the trill murder inc
I race slip 'n slide they arraign me in the mink
Look ted in the eye it's the end of the road
And the birth of maybach mean I'm gettin' more dough
Smellin' christian Dior I used to be poor
When ya cross Florida line boy I'm your leader
Booby boys still booby boys real
You can name a lot of lames that the booby boys killed
Crisco line 2 young ni**a what it do
Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love we go back to the blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house
You wanna go that route
I been on this road before
I know gunplay you know gunplay
Shootin' for the win but ready for the loss
Both lines on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' that iron
When I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinking 'bout time
Ain't thinking 'bout mine
Ain't thinking 'bout dyin'
Gettin' how I'm livin' it
Damn near dyin' for every digit I get
F**k they know 'bout that
I ain't never put sh*t on the line just sh*t in they rhymes
I shoot a ni**a shittin' around
These internet niggas these ain't a threat niggas
Never seen a laptop in the projects ni**a
Just powder cut with comet
F**k them comets convicts ain't buyin' it
If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
Don't get a ni**a fired up behind some f**k sh*t
My ni**a then what then
Who that behind the curtain I'll murk 'em
Wizard of oz a** niggas
Hidin' behind money hidin' behind luxury
Shootin' up all that f**k sh*t
It's getting ugly
Got torch on the line says he got a couple 9's
Told him grab 2 bring 'em on through
You wanna go that route
I been on this road before
I know gunplay you know gunplay
Shootin' for the win but ready for the loss
Both lines on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' that iron
When I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinking 'bout time
Ain't thinking 'bout mine
Ain't thinking 'bout dyin'