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hell rell - gun go off lyrics

[chorus:]
(yeah) f-ck all the talkin’ man my gun go off (gun go
off)
swat team you betta call ’em cause my gun go off (gun
go off)
in the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
they ain’t taking not one rock from me (n-gg- my gun go
off)
all my enemies ask ’em they know my gun go off (yeah)
i run up on ’em and blast ’em because my gun go off
(yeah)
i’m in the streets n-gg- you know my gun go off (gun go
off)
i’m a g n-gg- you know my gun go off (you know my)

[verse 1: h-ll rell]
you either rich or you poor (poor)
there’s no in between
you looking lost lil’ n-gg- (come on)
come roll with the team (yeah)
i’ll show you how to get a block poppin’ with’ one gram
(gram)
show you how to hold a ar-15 with’ one hand (like this)
i’m respected up in cali n-gg-, inglewood, long beach
(eastside)
respected in the a-town, zone 2, zone 3 (yeah)
so f-ck with’ a man, n-gg- the man is ruger (ruger)
in jail get you stabbed for a couple cans of tuna (in
your neck)
these hollow tips will hurt your stomach like a million
sit-ups (yup)
i’m from the bronx but have my brooklyn n-gg-s shoot
your crib up (got him)
you see them gangstas over there, you think they just
chillin’
nah they ain’t just chillin’
they ready to start killin’ (brat)
that’s my n-gg- cash (cash)
that’s lil’ black
black can’t read or write but he know how to shoot the
mack (yup)
a walking brick i just hopped out the pot
thousand dollar jeans sagging when i hopped out the
drop
ruger

[verse 2: h-ll rell]
when i was locked up in the belly of the beast
a lot of n-gg-s lied about how they was living in the
streets (true story)
a n-gg- was a worker but he said he was a boss (boss)
a n-gg- wasn’t driving but he said he had a porsche
(lying)
some n-gg-s was hard (hard)
some n-gg-s was soft (soft)
but this one kid kept saying his gun was going off (get
a load of this man)
he used to be up in the yard, bragging ’bout he done
shot n-gg-s (yeah)
over petty money, said he loved to pop n-gg-s (poppin’)
somebody came through from his hood then exposed him
(yeah)
said he don’t get busy
n-gg-s don’t know him (never heard of you)
see n-gg-s frontin’ like they gun go off (gun go off)
he just flashing that sh-t, call him a gun show off
(gun show off)
yeah my sh-t bust on broad day (day)
that’s on lexington, madison, 5th ave, park ave, and
broadway (uh- huh)
f-ck what you heard n-gg- i’m the real ruger (ruger)
you better buy a vest for me i’m a real shooter

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