[Intro: Prodigy & Claudja Barry]

You

This here

A true story

You and me, Baby

We belong together

You might learn from it

We were made for each other

You really can get it on

[Verse 1: Prodigy & Claudja Barry]

Yo, it seems like yesterday when we first met (You)

I was only six but you was much older

We got more tight during the latter part of my life

We spent nights sittin’ in the crib gettin’ right

You hold me down when times is most foul

I held you underneath a tight belt

There were nights I needed you most

And you held back

Stuck up for me, maybe I was going too fast

I had to stop, figure why you wouldn’t perform

Took it slow, put you back in effect to get it on

My confidant, my right hand, my left hand

You brought the tears outta every man

The way you feel in my palms

Puts me under your charm

Affect a nigga to the point of losing his calm

I know you outside and in

I could take you apart

Put you back together again

Wash your body parts, oil your skin

Way beyond lovers, we was close friends

[Break]

Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again

[Verse 2]

As time flew by, the both of us grew in size

’89 you were sixteen, we used to take flicks posing

Respect you more by the moment

Then I knew it wasn’t lust I was feeling

We’ve been through so much

Sometimes I have to talk to my dunn

He told me chill the fuck out

It’s just a G-U-N love

[Refrain]

Don’t, don't hurt me again

Don’t ,don’t, don't, hurt me again

(its the G-U-N love)

Don’t don’t hurt me again

(Told me chill the fuck out it’s just the G-U-N love, it's real

It's like this)

[Verse 3]

Awww shit, my mom busted in caught me feelin' you

Remember that shit, she caught us layin' in the bedroom

But those were the good old days with no trouble

Now it's 1992, things start to crumble

Couldn’t separate us for shit, cause we was corrupt

That shit don’t mix, now here come the handcuffs

They took us both in, locked up

Then we had to part, shit I got out

But kept you for past charges

Cause I found out the last nigga you dealt with

Was wilding, out in CPT

They thought it was me

I reminisce days I used tot take you out for no reason

And just to be with you, Hun

Young, dumb and full of cum

I used to flash, you was mine

But now I’m no better

I used to be real foul and let Noyd hit her

How about the train when you went down my pants' leg

Indecent exposure, if Jakes woulda seen it

You was hot and ready to pop, at any given moment

Woulda took a man's life for me if I chose it

You kept your silence and that’s what I liked the most

Until it was time for you to step up ,you kept it shut

I can’t help but to think back on how it was

That type of shit remind me of my G-U-N love is bugged

[Break]

Don’t, don’t hurt me again

[Verse 4]

Gun jones, in case you ain’t know: well here it go

I’m speaking of my deep passion for pistols

At first, it was like a teenage love

Now it’s much more real while I’m handling ‘em

I keep a few now in case I gotta turn one loose

I’m doing shows for delf now, holding myself down, nigga

It’s cause of ya mouth, it’s why you fell **blaow**

He lost all of the strength in his legs then fell down

See, thug ain’t a look, it’s a way of life

And see the guns, that’s how the benevolent survive

I protect what’s positive and it’s kept me alive

Remember, we rule with a iron rod

That be the nines and the multiple guns that negative make

We took those, and beat the devil at his own game

So why you grillin’ me? Wrinkling up your face posing?

Walking with a extra bop because you holding

Pulling your pants' legs up like you about to jump

I know how you feel, Cuzzo

You really not a punk

But don’t let your emotions take over your thought

Don’t get yourself murdered over G-U-N love

You heard? Are you listening?

Wisen up ‘fore you wind up bleedin’ and missin’

Its real…

[Outro]

Gun love

See guns, is made for warfare

And the destruction of what's good and positive

You see, it's time for that shit to turn around though

Devils got us out here, pointing our weapons at each other

Diverting our attention from what's real