Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Gun Love lyrics

You this here a true story you and me, Baby
We belong together you might learn from it
We were made for each other
You really can get it on

Yo, it seems like yesterday when we first met
(You) i was only six but you was much older
We got more tight during the
Latter part of my life
We spent nights sittin’ in
The crib gettin’ right
You hold me down when times is most foul
I held you underneath a tight belt
There were nights I needed you most
And you held back
Stuck up for me, maybe I was going too fast
I had to stop
Figure why you wouldn’t perform
Took it slow
Put you back in effect to get it on
My confidant, my right hand, my left hand
You brought the tears outta every man
The way you feel in my palms
Puts me under your charm
Affect a nigga to the point
Of losing his calm i know you outside and in
I could take you apart
Put you back together again
Wash your body parts, oil your skin
Way beyond lovers, we was close friends

Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again

As time flew by, the both of us grew in size
’89 you were sixteen
We used to take flicks posing
Respect you more by the moment
Then I knew it wasn’t lust I was feeling
We’ve been through so much
Sometimes I have to talk to my dunn
He told me chill the fuck out
It’s just a G-U-N love

Don’t, don't hurt me again
Don’t, don’t, don't, hurt me again
(it's the G-U-N love)
Don’t don’t hurt me again
(Told me chill the fuck out
It’s just the G-U-N love, it's real
It's like this)

Awww shit
My mom busted in caught me feelin' you
Remember that shit
She caught us layin' in the bedroom
But those were the good old
Days with no trouble
Now it's 1992, things start to crumble
Couldn’t separate us for shit
Cause we was corrupt that shit don’t mix
Now here come the handcuffs
They took us both in, locked up
Then we had to part, shit I got out
But kept you for past charges
Cause I found out the last
Nigga you dealt with was wilding, out in CPT
They thought it was me
I reminisce days I used tot take
You out for no reason
And just to be with you, Hun
Young, dumb and full of cum
I used to flash, you was mine
But now I’m no better
I used to be real foul and let Noyd hit her
How about the train when you
Went down my pants' leg
Indecent exposure, if Jakes woulda seen it
You was hot and ready to pop
At any given moment
Woulda took a man's life for
Me if I chose it
You kept your silence and that’s
What I liked the most
Until it was time for you to step up
You kept it shut
I can’t help but to think back on how it was
That type of shit remind me of
My G-U-N love is bugged

Don’t, don’t hurt me again

Gun jones
In case you ain’t know: well here it go
I’m speaking of my deep passion for pistols
At first, it was like a teenage love
Now it’s much more real
While I’m handling ‘em
I keep a few now in case
I gotta turn one loose
I’m doing shows for delf
Now, holding myself down, nigga
It’s cause of ya mouth
It’s why you fell blaow
He lost all of the strength in
His legs then fell down
See, thug ain’t a look, it’s a way of life
And see the guns
That’s how the benevolent survive
I protect what’s positive and
It’s kept me alive
Remember, we rule with a iron rod
That be the nines and the
Multiple guns that negative make
We took those
And beat the devil at his own game
So why you grillin’ me? Wrinkling
Up your face posing?
Walking with a extra bop because you holding
Pulling your pants' legs up like
You about to jump i know how you feel, Cuzzo
You really not a punk
But don’t let your emotions
Take over your thought
Don’t get yourself murdered over G-U-N love
You heard? Are you listening?
Wisen up ‘fore you wind
Up bleedin’ and missin’ it's real

Gun love see guns, is made for warfare
And the destruction of what's
Good and positive you see
It's time for that shit
To turn around though
Devils got us out here
Pointing our weapons at each other
Diverting our attention from what's real