Gun Music Talib Kweli (Ft. Smif-N-Wessun)

[Part I]

[Intro: Junior Cat]
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[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Now
If I'm out of town my crew take of ya bodies the more the merrier
Point and spray the area, niggas is quick to bury ya
Punk niggas feel inferior, guns make us superior
Cats start acting scarier, situations get hairier, yo
You know who killing it? Niggas saying they militant
The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it
You could have a hand gun or a cannon and you still start the day
Without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of

[Pre-Chorus: Talib Kweli]
A .22 Derringer, a .38 long
A .44 Desert Eagle, a Glock Nine
Time to protect the fam, I'm a cock mine
"I make the streets run red like a stop sign," stop lying

[Chorus: Steele, Tek & Talib Kweli]
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Gun man music never take shot back
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Ghetto red hot 'round the world, you hear that?
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes)
P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack
Ghetto red hot 'round the world, you hear that?
In Jamaica, In Brooklyn
In Ethiopia, we go there and back
To all my real live soldier cats, where you at?
Dogs don't hold them back
Hose the cats that go to strapped to blow a back