Letra Gunnlib Westside Gunn

Gunnlib

Ayo, street sweepers hanging out the Corniches
Walked on water way before Jesus
Cooked the brick with no stove, pushed the gold Demon
Before I tell, kill me twice, nigga, know the reasons
Right on the tip of my tongue

Ayo, I been locked up about a 100 seasons
Turned two to five, it was pure genius
Saint Laurent jean suit, heard the more jealous screeching
Go to B block, you know doc got the seasoning
Pulled out the prayer rug, leave it
Now we gon' break fast, Lewis for the remix
Ten o'clock count, we makes a lot, up in Neiman's
Five times a day I did a hundred in a Beemer
Right on the tip of my tongue

Didn't hit 'em all, but it was close enough
Did it broad day so you know it's us
Going down Bailey in the Maybach
Kicked down the door, where the safe at?
Didn't hit 'em all, but it was close enough
Did it broad day so you know it's us
Going down Bailey in the MaybachKicked down the door, where the safe at?
Right on the tip of my tongue (FlyGod)

Ayo, the saboteur going shopping
We ain't wanna kill him, all we wanna do is rob him
Back when Hitler 3 dropped you was in the mountain
On the dance floor it's creased Timbs, white Louboutins
So, yo, Jones, let us get the pack through
Need to use the phone, I'ma need a thousand ?
Call now, we was all shackled off in P-A
Rockin' off-white, I'm told a Virgo was the DJ
Right on the tip of my tongue

Didn't hit 'em all, but it was close enough
And I'm, AWESOME