Gun Do Da Talkin'

Im a' blast on a hater

And worry bout it later

Got heatas in my hand

Masked up like Darth Vader

I dont wanna rap

I let my guns do the talkin

I dont wanna rap

I let my guns do the talkin

Now I dont tote around

Or even talk to you chumps

I eat, sleep, get high

And even walk with this pump

You cross me wrong one time

One times to many

I got about a thousand rounds

And ill pop off plenty

And I know youngstas in the hood

That will pop for penny's

So fo a hundred bones youll wash up

On that banks of the sippi.

And they virginity they ain't been takin

But they take what shorty like

Now he on his way upstate

They gave a shorty life

Thats what I mean when I say

We'll worry bout it later

He didnt think he just went out

And blasted at him a hata.

Lifes too short to not be out here

Chasin that papa. thats why I'm out here

Masked up in all black like Darth Vader

Now if you see me in the streets

Dont think I wont do sometin crazy

Walk up with this 380 put it right to ya baby

I got kids and I know that could be the worse thing I could do

If anyone takes some beef that far there really meanin business foo

So just cooperate and dont make a sudden move

One wrong word could leave some bullets up in you

Im so gangsta bitch dont even get me twisted

You got pastel pills and your brain could get evicted

And we dont fuck around in the gritty grimy great city of Memphis

We known for three thangs barbecues, good music and pimpin

If you make your way down here

Make sure your strapped when you out walkin cuz

We dont rap around out here

We let our pistols do the talkin