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Gun Runners
50 Cent

Date Added: 2004-12-21 08:45:13

[phone ringing]
[fifty]
aww man...who the fuck is callin'?..
i don't even wanna answer this shit...hello?
[man on phone]
whattup nigga it's black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, i got your number from heather
she said you sell guns, i got beef i wanna see what you got
and if i like it i'll cop
[fifty]
damm nigga, you hot
you talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 o'clock
i shouldn't sell you shit, but son, meet me on the block
i ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
i'm in the brown hooptie, there he go, i see 'em
pullin' up slow in the bm
i popped my trunk to show him what i'm workin' wit',
first i showed him the teck
i told him niggas give these shits respect
but you don't want this, man
these shits is known to jam
this is a little smaller here,
and a little more common, 9 millimeter ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half a block
this shit here gets my dick hard,
it's a calicko, it holds a hundred shots
if you can't kill your beef with this you need to stop
c'mon, pick somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot
[other man]
man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got
[fifty]
aight, nigga look, i got two 380's,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, i done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want
[other man]
[click clack]
it's hard to choose man, i think i'll take 'em all
[fifty]
oh, you gon' do me like that?
i got one more piece to show you, my deringer,
i keep it in the small of my back
it's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it
[shots ring off]
look at you now, you had to get it
your bm? i'm takin' it, shit, you don't need it
park it where i can watch it at and see if it got low jack
then take it to the chop shop to my man kojak
he gon' give me more cream so i can cop mo' gats
joe and duke came through, them niggas copped two tecks
said "don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet".


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