Lil’ Kim, The Game - Quiet lyrics

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they
Won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin'
Bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear
A rat pissin' on cotton)

Do you see what I see
Can you hear what I hear?
All these studio gangsters, year after year
With these gimicks I can't take it
They ain't real so they fakin' it
How did they make it in
This game for so long?
I know what's right from what's wrong
I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case from a publicity charge
Man I fought tooth and nail to
Keep them punks out of jail
But hoes wanna go to court 'til
I pay them for their nails
Who you tryin' to be? Man, it couldn't be me
My man spent guap and bought
Me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean your
Rims you still see a Bee
And we see you a liar, tryna deny her
Jackie O proved you far from a fighter
Comin' at me bitch, you playin' with fire
I ain't gon' come back at you
I'm comin' at your ghostwriters

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they
Won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin'
Bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear
A rat pissin' on cotton)

I hear 'em talkin' like
They gangster material but, I don't see it
Man their gangster's invisible
The hot iron's what them
Gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and
Your gangster's on critical
Shots get into you bleedin'
Like my men-e-straul and if I don't like you
Then I won't pretend to
It's the ones that befriend you
That turn up against you
In the court of law and drop
A dime like Sprint do supposed to be tough
Huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher
I cut you off 'cause I
Knew I couldn't trust ya
Lame ass busters, backwards-ass hustlers
You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
Big lil' son baby' boy like Jody
I put you under my wing
Bought you your first Roley
Nigga I helped raised you
Why would I play you?

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they
Won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin'
Bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear
A rat pissin' on cotton)

You see it always be them
Ones talkin' this and that
How they knife game ill and they gun go clap
Them niggas rats, they run and they trap
'Til they run in a trap
And there's no comin' back
It be the same ones talkin'
'bout the guns they sparkin'
The dogs never bite but do
A whole lotta barkin'
A whole lotta growlin' 'til
The wolves start howlin' they pitbull shit
Man them niggas straight cowards
Got 'em scared to death
Pissin' in they trousers
Always was a bitch that's why
I sent his ass flowers
Thanks to the queen he can
Share 'em with his team
You can run top speed but you can't dodge the
Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean
Don't be fooled and deceived
Everythin' ain't what it seems
You act like you don't know what
Side of town this realer
Niggas softer than chinchillas but
On wax they killers

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggas that was talkin' they
Won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin'
Bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear
A rat pissin' on cotton)