Talib Kweli, Smif-N-Wessun - Gun Music lyrics

Now if I'm out of town my crew take
Of ya bodies the more the merrier
Point and spray the area
Niggas is quick to bury ya
Punk niggas feel inferior
Guns make us superior
Cats start acting scarier
Situations get hairier, yo
You know who killing it?
Niggas saying they militant
The only blood in the street is
When the government spilling it
You could have a hand gun or a
Cannon and you still start the day
Without the knowledge and wisdom
And understanding of

A 22 Derringer, a 38 long
A 44 Desert Eagle, a Glock Nine
Time to protect the fam, I'm a cock mine
"I make the streets run red like a stop sign


" stop lying

P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Gun man music never take shot back
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Ghetto red hot 'round the world
You hear that?
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes)
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Ghetto red hot 'round the world
You hear that? In Jamaica, In Brooklyn
In Ethiopia, we go there and back
To all my real live soldier cats
Where you at? Dogs don't hold them back
Hose the cats that go to
Strapped to blow a back

You could be whoever: a black panther
A lap dancer
When respect is the question folks
Coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet like spider
You a tap dancer what am I
Amusing to you? You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Silencers bring the heat without
Bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies
Go ahead bring in your boys
You'll see the soul of black
Folk like WEB du Bois
Israelis got tanks and Palestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops
They got Glocks
We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pac
Fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like
They live on the block

P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Gun man music never take shot back
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Ghetto red hot 'round the world
You hear that?
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Gun man youth never take shot back (Brooklyn)
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Ghetto red hot 'round the world
You hear that? In Jamaica
(Kingston) , In Brooklyn (Flatbush)
In Ethiopia
(Yep) , we go there and back (Come on)
To all my real live soldier cats
Where you at? Dogs don't hold them back
Hose the cats that go to
Strapped to blow a back

These are the tools of the trade
That we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades and
Escalades with guns to blaze
We been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Bang when the trouble came
Pioneers of gun slang
Supply you with them things
A little something, something
Set fire to the game, my system be thumping
(P-poi-poi) the sounds of guns busting
(P-poi-poi) your heart just start pumping

A 22 Derringer, a 38 long
A 44 Desert Eagle, a Glock Nine
Time to protect the fam, I'm a cock mine
"I make the streets run red like a stop sign
" stop lying gun music y'all

Look, I'm here 'cause I gotta
Be straight up with you be straight up, BJ
We're looking, the BJ wineglass to you, I
Mean… If you're Talib Quality to me
I'm BJ wineglass
To you now listen, listen, the bottom line is
I wanna get bigger, I wanna get better
Alright? Bigger is better
And I wanna get def-er… If you
Wanna quote the, you know, okay, james Todd
Ladies Love, Ladies Love
Why not? Why shouldn't the ladies love him
He's a good lookin' guy? Why shouldn't they
Love him? I wish I had the pec's
On that guy now listen to me
Now what I'm talkin' about is… When
We're in the expansion process
You you you're part
Of the team, you're part of the family
You're la familia, if I may
Okay? And the bottom line is this
So, it's like LaCosta Nostra?
But listen, this is the deal