Paroles de la chanson Killswitch-Gunplay :
I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money

Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds

A lot of talk on the streets like a n***a crossin' me

Well, that's somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face

Tellin' lies, getting n***as wives tied up and raped

Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap

All you n***as gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest

Yeah, they want a n***a dead, they envy my success

To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin'

Hundred rounds in da drum

N***as gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
N***as snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off

I'ma boss champagne with the steak

Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 young n***as, what it do

He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through

That's love, we go back to the blue house

And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house

My Maserati be da new body

Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party

I got her sleepin' in the king size

Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side

You wanna go that route, go there

I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)

I know gunplay, you know gunplay

(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

When I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

My n***a so street, my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table, how a n***a gon' sleep

Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil

Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc

I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink

Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road

In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor

When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor

Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real

You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young n***a, what it do

Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through

That's love, we go back to da blue house

And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route, go there

I been on this road before

(Uh, huh)

I know gunplay, you know gunplay

(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

When I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying

N***a how I'm livin', damn near dying

For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that

I ain't never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme

I shoot a n***a shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet n***a, you ain't a threat n***a

Never seen a laptop in da projects n***a

Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics

Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a n***a fired up behind sum

Fuck shit, ma n***a don't want this

Who dat, who dat behind the curtain

I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz n***as

Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury

I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit

It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line

Said he got a couple nuns, I told him

Grab two koo, bring 'em on through

You wanna go that route, go there

I been on this road before

(Uh, huh)

I know gunplay, you know gunplay

(Yeah)

I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

When I'm swingin' dat iron

(Dat iron)

Ain't thinkin' 'bout time

Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine

Ain't thinkin' bout dying