[Intro: Rick Ross]
Run with me or run from me
The worse come to worst
It's only gonna be gunplay
Feel me n***a
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm sittin' at the table
Countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be
But I got a few hundred
Lot of talk on the street
Like a n***a crossin' me (true)
Well it's something I gotta see
Is it how chain swing
Tired of my face
Telling lies gettin' n***as wives tied up and raped
Similar to the mob
Deeper than the 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 feeling 100 rounds in the drum
n***as get wacked no sympathy for the soft
n***as snitchin' I know b**hes who clippin' you dick off
I'm a boss, champagne with the steak
Pink Rosay jason, ace by the case
Brisco line 2, young n***a what it do?
He got a 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 the new house
My Maserati be the new body
Got ya girls panties wetter than a pool party, n***a
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had that b**h sittin' ringside
[Hook: Gunplay]
You wanna go that route? (go there)
I been on this road before
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (yeah)
Shooting for the win, but ready for the loss
Both lines on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron
When I'm swingin' that iron
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My n***as so street, my swishers so sweet
All this money on the table, how a n***a gon' sleep?
Speculation of my deal, it was over 10 mil
Blowin herb, chauffer plus a home in ???
Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill murder inc
I race slip n slide, they arraign me in the mink
Look Ted in the eye, it's the end of the road
And the birth of Maybach, mean I'm gettin more dough
Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When ya cross Florida line, boy I'm your leader
b**by boys still, b**by boys real
You can name a lot of lames that the b**by boys k**ed
Brisco line 2, young n***a what it do?
Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
Thats love we go back to the blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gunplay]
Gettin' how I'm livin' it
Damn near dyin' for every digit I get
f** they know 'bout that?
I ain't never put sh** on the line
Just sh** in they rhymes
I shoot a n***a sh**tin' around
These internet n***as, these ain't a threat n***as
Never seen a laptop in the projects n***a
Just powder, cut with comet
f** them comets, convicts ain't buyin' it
If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
Dont get a n***a fired up behind some f** sh**
My n***a then what then?
Who that behind the curtain I'll murk 'em
Wizard of Oz a** n***as
Hidin' behind money, hidin' behind luxury
Shootin' up all that f** sh**
It's getting ugly
Got Torch on the line, says he got a couple 9's
Told him grab 2, bring 'em on through
[Hook]