Jay-Z said "No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun"

Back when Jiggaman was the hardest out...

Homie I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street
You still fukkin' up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin' real sweet
But reach and I bury nikkas sixty feet deep

Gun Talk Jay >>>>

shyt sound like a third round

 

I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip
Two in the stash, one come up when I shift
I keep one under the chair where I sit
I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bytch
Ask Biggs; every time he'd come to my crib
He'd find another gun that I hid
I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is

 

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shyt
This is a unusual musical, I conduct it

- Jay-Z (Threats)

Gun Talk Hov >>>>>

 

Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I’m Thin. But when the gat is tucked I’m fat AF

my cuz and I heard that shyt and just

 

100 Brick Hov with the fish tanks in the walls was really outside

 

Jigga's flow on Vol. 3 was godly.

 

So I'm cruising in the car with this bougie broad

 

She said “jigga man you rich take that du rag off”
Hit a u turn, ma I’m dropping you back off
Front of the club “jigga why you do that for”
Thug nikka till the end till a friend bytch
Won’t change for no paper plus I been rich

 

GOAT Hov era

 

Not compared to the Reasonable Doubt/Vol. 1 era

 

Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctor stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave nikkas confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparking
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barking

Nah, gun talk Hov was just different for real, for real

 

You wanna play Jigga, nikka? What you drank, fluid?
Got a full tank, now you wanna pull rank?
I clap steel, act ill, Jigga shoot thee
Give you chest pains, leg sprains—absolutely!

.38 revolve like the sun round the Earth
Try to play hard get you found 'round the dirt
Six shell casings found round your shirt
(Crying) In surround sound from the hearse


always loved the flow on this song you know the shyt is special when it can make you overlook revolve like the sun around the earth

Jigga >>>>

 

nikkas is hot heads and the bullets is heatseeking