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Letra de: 21 Gunz : Ja Rule

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TEMA   21 Gunz
AUTOR   Ja Rule

Letra De 21 Gunz

[Chorus:]

We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers

throw your guns up 21 gunz solute,

niggas is soldiers, ready to die recruits,

We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s

throw your guns up 21 gunz solute

cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you

[Ja Rule:]

Nigga you walk around like you got an S on your chest,

but wear a vest like a condom in the city of sex and violence

problems, get me aroused niggas is foregone,

why lloyd banks got gay lovers like star jones

why young buck got stuck for all them fake stones

and why the hood is screamin G-units homos

now i aint sayin yall no gay niggas, but shit –

yall aint actin like no straight niggas!

cos now this bitch fifty snitchin again,

im throwin shots to the wind – cos me and gotti, see we dippin again

cos never have two men, owe so much to so many

and im so glad, im so patient, with enemies

if revenge is the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy,

then killin a pussy nigga is sweeter than bustin in ya –

and bustin out more shots i'll do, cos your nobody,

'till i find you and kill you!

[Chorus:]

We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers

throw your guns up 21 gunz solute,

niggas is soldiers, ready to die recruits,

We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s

throw your guns up 21 gunz solute

cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you

[Young Merc:]

Word on the streets, these niggas ridin around wth the FEDS,

like i dont still ride with one in the hand,

like i wont have one of my young' ns hop out broad day with the spread,

that ' K hit – banks fuck around and lose a leg,

and yayo slumped in the hospital bed, eatin through IVs,

with! a machi ne helpin him breath, its I-N-C

and i dont hate, niggas hate on me

more money more problems like B-I-G (Baby Baby)

im in the hood homie, thats where you can find me

where we got O's for sale not to mention a D

got fiends on lard, nigga i go hard –

14 i was movin that white on my front yard

see im far from a nigga thats just in the booth spittin it

nigga im still livin it, try me ill empty it

Im still dirty nigga, low in the rover, no hoster –

Rule give me the word, its over.

[Chorus]

[Caddillac Tah:]

I got a ' massacre' in the cut waitin to happen,

4 bitch niggas a bitch, put em in a ditch, dirt nap em,

then purse snatch em, chain thief, turn killer, the zoo keeper

with tranquilizers for the gorillas, nigga, get your banana peeled quick

when them hammers spit, slip, get hit and watch the blood drip

and soak your g-unit skee coat, and we on the speed boat,

with bottles and smooth models that deep throat,

weed smoke in the air, literally in the lair, jet – we blowin down

O-G cush by the pound, now, got a ' K with a clear clip

that hold 100 rounds, and its nothing for me trunk it –

and come visit your town

[Ja Rule:]

Cos on legal grounds, the incs been aquited,

but you know the hood is screamin we got away with it

cos 50 is see-through, and nigga i see you

lookin like a homo on the cover of GQ,

Ascot in the air, literally in the air

who dat Tyson Beckford was hittin from the rear

your moms was queer/lesbian/gay

so it makes sense 50 got gay ten-den-cies

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