Killswitch lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Killswitch-Gunplay :
I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money

Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds

A lot of talk on the streets like a n*gga crossin' me

Well, that's somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face

Tellin' lies, getting n*ggas wives tied up and raped

Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap

All you n*ggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest

Yeah, they want a n*gga dead, they envy my success

To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin'

Hundred rounds in da drum

n*ggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
n*ggas snitchin', I know b*tches who clippin' your di*k off

I'ma boss champagne with the steak

Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 young n*ggas, what it do

He gotta 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 da new house

My Maserati be da new body

Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party

I got her sleepin' in the king size

Last night I had tha b*tch sittin' ring side

You wanna go that route, go there

I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)

I know gunplay, you know gunplay

(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

When I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

My n*gga so street, my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table, how a n*gga gon' sleep

Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil

Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc

I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink

Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road

In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor

When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor

Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real

You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young n*gga, what it do

Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through

That's love, we go back to da blue house

And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route, go there

I been on this road before

(Uh, huh)

I know gunplay, you know gunplay

(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

When I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

n*gga how I'm livin', damn near dying

For every digit I get, f*ck they know 'bout that

I ain't never put sh*t on the line, just sh*t in they rhyme

I shoot a n*gga sh*t on a rhyme

Wanna bet n*gga, you ain't a threat n*gga

Never seen a laptop in da projects n*gga

Just powder, cut with comet, f*ck them comics

Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a n*gga fired up behind sum

f*ck sh*t, ma n*gga don't want this

Who dat, who dat behind the curtain

I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz n*ggas

Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury

I see 'em shootin' up all that f*ck sh*t

It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line

Said he got a couple nuns, I told him

Grab two koo, bring 'em on through

You wanna go that route, go there

I been on this road before

(Uh, huh)

I know gunplay, you know gunplay

(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

When I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying