When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run their mouth When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' (It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissing on cotton) Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these studio gangsters, year after year With these gimmicks I can't take it they ain't real so they're faking it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail But hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for their nails Who you trying to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee And we see you're a liar, trying to deny her Jackie O. proved yo'reu far from a fighter Coming at me bitch you're playing with fire I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm coming at your ghostwriters When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run their mouth When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' (It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissing on cotton) I hear 'em talking like they're gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleeding like my menstrual And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessing like Usher I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust you Lame ass busters, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was little homey Big little son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run their mouth When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' (It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissing on cotton) You see it always be them ones talking this and that How their knife game ill and their gun go clap Them niggas rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no coming back It be the same ones talkin 'bout the guns they're sparking The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barking A whole lotta growling 'til the wolves start howling They're pitbull shit, man them niggas straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissing in their trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed but you can't dodge the beam Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggas softer than chinchillas but on wax they're killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run their mouth