G-Unit - Gunz for Sale [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Woo wooo
Haha
G unit!

[Hook: 50 Cent]
We got those semi automatics
And we got them revolvers
We those niggas that you should get at
If you got a problem
When those hollow tips hit 'em
Man that should solve 'em
We got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
Got that little duece duece and they all for sale
Got that old trey pound
Got that new four pound
They’ve been used once or twice and they’re all for sale

[Verse 1]
I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG
I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave
16 gage in case these niggas wanna get crazy
When a sawed off
Hit your body parts they fall off
You get hit in the leg
Man you can't even crawl off
When that AK switch that automatic to spray
Everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scoops
Military issue pistols holla at me
Whatever you need homie I can get you
Nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips
You dont want your shit to jam
Better buy a cleaning kit
Teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest
You pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess
Mac 11 mac 10 time for some action
Dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggas act then
Got guns and ammo they all for sale
Clips included you're responsible for your bail

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
G stand for GANGSTER
UNIT stand for U Niggas in trouble
Better lock and load on the double
G Unit!!
Fresh out the box 40 cali Glock, calico 20 shot
Streetsweepers clear the block
Im that nigga niggas call when those shots pop
Take 'em to my grandmoms basement
Show 'em what I got, look
I got three 380s a tech and two m1's
Ice came through on some shit and bought him one
Them young boys from the projects crazy
He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub
He gave me some bud
I gave him a pound, gave me a hug
Love, its love I take it back to the NWA days
Fuck Jake my CD's raise the crime rate in the tri-state
Got some rugers, some sigs, some colts
My nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real

[Hook]