Wu-Tang Clan, Sunny Valentine - Gun Will Go lyrics

Get it burn it, get it burn it
Get it burn it, get it burn it
Get it burn it, get it burn it
Get it burn it, get it burn it
(The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go)

Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you of all
Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point
Keep niggas outta ya face, who snakes
Keep bitches in they place
Keep the mac in a special place
Keep moving for papes, keep cool
Keep doing what you doing
Keep it fly, keep me in the crates
Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note
You'se a waste
It's right here for you, I will lace you
Rip you and brace you
Put a nice W up on ya face
Word to mother, you could get chased
It's nothing to taste


Blood on a thug if he gotta go
All I know is, we be giving grace
This is a place, from where we make tapes
We make 'em everywhere, still in all
We be making base
Y'all be making paste, these little niggas
They be making shapes
Our shit is art, yours is traced

This is the way that we
Rolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that heat
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go the gun'll go, the gun'll go

This is, Poverty Island, man
These animals don't run
Slums where the ambulance don't come
Who got the best base? Fiends
Waiting to smoke some approach something
Ask him where he getting that coke from
My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun
Cause no V and no ones, equaling no fun
Who want to treat they nose
Huh? Body'll go numb my woman need funds
Plus her hair and her toes done
It is what it is though
You fuck with the kid flow
That make it hard to get dough
The harder the kid go
Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow
The pinky and the wrist glow, this here
What we live for
Get gwop, then get low, but first thought
We gotta get the work off
The gift and the curse, boss
Yeah, see I'm the shit yo
The dirt in the fit, no
Hustling from the get-go
The motto is get more

This is the way that we
Rolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that heat
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go the gun'll go, the gun'll go

We was quiet flashy brothers
Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long
Twelve hour shift gate
Took case, state to state
You think he won't hold his weight?
Put ya money on the plate
And watch it get scrapped
We get ape up in that club
Off that juice and Henn
And it's a no win situation fucking with them
You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim
Finger roll a Dutch
Million dollar stages touched, techs
Gauges bust trust no one, the lone shogun
Rugged Timb boot stomper
Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher
Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break
Kid peace to my brothers up north
Doing state bids

This is the way we be rolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that heat
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go the gun'll go, the gun'll go

Whoa this is the way we
Be rolling in the club
You know when we roll we be packing 32 snubs
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go

Get it burn it