Quiet - Lil' Kim, The Game

When the sun goes down and them guns come out

Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth

When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?

All these studio gangsters, year after year

With these gimicks I can’t take it, they ain’t real so they fakin' 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 tryin' 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 a liar, tryna deny her

Jackie O. proved you far from a fighter

Comin' at me bitch, you playin' with fire

I ain’t gon' come back at you, I’m comin' at your ghostwriters

When the sun goes down and them guns come out

Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth

When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)

I hear 'em talkin' like they 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 bleedin' like my men-e-straul

And if I don’t like you then I won’t 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 confessin like Usher

I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn’t trust ya

Lame ass busters, backwards-ass hustlers

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey

Big lil' son baby' 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 they mouth

When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)

You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that

How they knife game ill and they gun go clap

Them niggas rats, they run and they trap

'Til they run in a trap, and there’s no comin' back

It be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin'

The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin'

A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'

They pitbull shit, man them niggas straight cowards

Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they 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

Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean

Don’t be fooled and deceived, everythin' 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 killers

When the sun goes down and them guns come out

Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth

When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'

(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)