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Quiet Lyrics

from The Naked Truth

"Quiet" is track #12 on the album The Naked Truth. It was written by Roger Greene / Kimberly Jones / Michael Williams.
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz 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 visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz 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 visit a cop)

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 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 they 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, tryin to 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 niggaz 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 visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz 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 visit a cop)

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 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 confessin' like Usher
I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
Big lil' 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 niggaz 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 visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz 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 visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz 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 visit a cop)

You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that
How they knife game ill and they gun go clap
Them niggaz 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 niggaz 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 beam

Got a clean sixteen 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
Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz 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 visit a cop)

Songwriters
ROGER GREENE / KIMBERLY JONES / MICHAEL WILLIAMS

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