GunTalk (GL Mix)

[Intro: 50 Cent, The Notorious B.I.G., Malice, JAY-Z, Shyne, Nas, Fat Joe]

That's the sound of a man, Green Lantern

Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox

Move forward, y'all amateurs

Y'all compare me to you, nigga, you ain't there!

All I need in this life of sin

Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!

Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty

I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird

All I need in this life of sin

Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!

The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's

Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end

You can't touch my riches

Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches

Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks

Huh, that's how I got the weed spot

I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread

Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body

So don't resist or you might miss Christmas

I tote guns, I make number runs

I give MCs the runs dripping

When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away

Everybody hit the D-E-C-K

My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo

Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo

That's crazy blunts, mad L's

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon

I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening

So you better grab your pistol

'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill

And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?

Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it

'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya

Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper

Signing off is the hardcore rap singer

AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga

[Break: JAY-Z, Shyne, Eminem, Nas]

All I need in this life of sin

Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a MAC-10!

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns

You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at?

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Any beef marriage it, me and three Arabics, Ali Naseem on point like Pete Maravich

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I miss the era of the BM's, BB's

I was ducking GMDC

Had that scope, aim and I light ya'

Seen all islands, Caymans to Rikers

Contain, complain, detain, maintain, the same reign, the game is for lifers

I don't care I put flame in the fire

Christian, atheist you pray to Elijah

Don't play, okay, just pray I don't snipe ya'

'Cause with the SK, doggy I'm OK

My AK was my a.k.a. before my ABC's had me A-OK