Gunnlib - Westside Gunn

Before I tell, kill me twice, nigga, know the reasons

Right on the tip of my tongue

Ayo, I been locked up about a hundred seasons (Ah)

Turned two to five, it was pure genius

Saint Laurent jean suit, heard the Margielas screeching (Skrrt)

Go to B block, you know Doc got the seasoning

Pole by the prayer rug, leave it (Ah)

Now we gon' break fast, Louis for the remix

Ten o’clock count, we make Salaat up in Neiman’s

Five times a day, I did a hundred in a Bimmer (Skrrt)

Right on the tip of my tongue

Didn’t hit 'em all, but it was close enough (Brr)

Did it broad day, so you know it’s us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom, boom)

Going down Bailey in the Maybach (Skrrt)

Kicked down the door, where the safe at?

(Ah)

Didn’t hit 'em all, but it was close enough (Brr)

Did it broad day, so you know it’s us

Going down Bailey in the Maybach (Skrrt)

Kicked down the door, where the safe at?

(Ah)

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 (Ah)

Back when Hitler 3 dropped, you was in the mountain

On the dance floor it’s creased Timbs, white Louboutins

C.O.

Jones let us get the pack through

Need to use the phone, I’ma need a thousand mackerels

Con Air, we was all shackled up from PA

Rockin' Off-White, I told 'em Virgil was the DJ

Right on the tip of my tongue

Didn’t hit 'em all, but it was close enough

And I’m, AWESOME