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juicy j - i don't play with guns كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
gotta go get my n-gga alley boy
y’all n-ggas know the business
project pat
we gettin’ this money, man
real sh-t, real spit
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

[hook]
i don’t gun-play
cause i don’t play with guns
trying to find out where i stay?
b-tch, i stay with guns
i ride with my guns like i ride with my n-ggas
all my n-ggas ride with guns and they will k!ll ya
i don’t gun-play
cause i don’t play with guns
trying to find out where i stay?
b-tch, i stay with guns
i ride with my guns like i ride with my n-ggas
all my n-ggas ride with guns and they will k!ll ya

[verse 1: juicy j]
these n-ggas run they mouth
gonna get that -ss served
guns on deck; b-tch, i keep ’em on reserve
n-gga, i’m all over these streets
ho, i’m like the curb
trigger finger itching –
i done struck a nerve
asking for this beef, i’mma do the favor
let em get these hollow tips, like he a waiter
i’m on my waka sh-t, i love them gun sounds
shooting n-ggas’ sh-t up and shooting n-ggas down
you gonna get what you want b-tch, keep asking
no need for a funeral, it’s a closed casket (yessir!)
hot bullets on the menu, n-gga place your order (yessir!)
then it’s nothin’ but yellow tape and news reporters

[verse 2: alley boy]
all of my n-ggas raw
all of my n-ggas k!ll
keep the brick l!cked
we were hood-rich before we had a deal
all of the homies drawn out, a-town, working
blown trap. y’all n-ggas all rap
put them all up on the map
trigger play all ready
headshots – real talking
add up our word: all the nonbelievers in white chalk
trump n-gga, talk sh-t
no one ain’t doing sh-t
i’m still at em n-gga
run around on one leg
still safe and 3 6 cleaned up n-gga: bullsh-t
40 bands on each wrist but a p-ssy n-gga ain’t takin sh-t
money major, straight drop n-gga whole brick
i bust for project and juicy j like i’m 3 6

[hook]

[verse 3: project pat]
i’m on the north side of memphis
you could come get this
shooting 50-round drums at you son of b-tches
for my riches i’ll murk you on the front porch
blood on my money like that phone on the full floor
pockets used to be malnutrition – cambodian
come through with a k and sweep your hood like the custodian
throw a couple of bands, throw a couple of bows
who wants to k!ll for me? bring em on a couple of shows
if you ain’t from my hood, then you can get it quicker
my n-ggas ride with that k since they full of liquor
cause they full of fiends, cause they full of green
stay with this sh-t, nawmean?

- juicy j

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