Gun Will Go

(feat. Sunny Valentine)

[Intro: Method Man w/ sample (Sunny valentine)]
 We got butter [8X]
 (The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
 The gun'll go...)

[Raekwon]
 Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you of all
 Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point
 Keep niggaz outta ya face, who snakes
 Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place,
 Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing
 Keep it fly, keep me in the crates
 Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note, you'se a waste
 It's right here for you, I will lace you
 Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on ya face
 Word to mother, you could get chased
 It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go
 All I know is, we be giving grace
 This is a place, from where we make tapes
 We make 'em everywhere, still in all, we be making base
 Y'all be making paste, these little niggaz, they be making shapes
 Our shit is art, yours is traced

[Chorus: Sunny Valentine]
 This is the way that we rolling in the streets
 You know when we roll we be packing that heat
 The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
 The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
 The gun'll go, the gun'll go...

[Method Man]
 This is, Poverty Island, man, these animals don't run
 Slums where the ambulance don't come
 Who got the best base? Fiends waiting to smoke some
 Approach something, ask him where he getting that coke from
 My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun
 Cuz no V and no ones, equalling no fun
 Who want a treat they know, huh? Body to go numb
 My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done
 It is what it is though, you fuck with the kid flow
 That make it hard to get dough, the harder to get gold
 Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow
 The pinky and the wrist glow, this here, what we live for
 Get gwop, then get low, but first thought
 We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse, boss
 Yeah, see I'm the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no
 Hustling from the get-go, the motto is get more

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
 We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along
 With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate
 Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his weight?
 Put ya money on the plate and watch it get scrapped
 We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn
 And it's a no win situation fucking with them
 You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch
 Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust
 Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper
 Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher
 Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid
 Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2: Sunny Valentine]
 Whoa... this is the way we be rolling in the club
 You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs
 The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
 The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
 The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go

[Outro: sample to fade]
 We got butter...