20 of the Best Lyrics From Gunplay’s ‘The Plug’ Album
Laying down a memorable rap verse on a record can give a rapper mental real estate in the mind of the most passive or fickle rap fan, a fact that MMG rapper Gunplay can attest to.
Despite the lack of a bona fide hit single of his own, Gunplay would come to prominence after years of building his name on the underground with his appearance on Kendrick Lamar's "Cartoons & Cereal," turning in a performance that blew the minds of listeners across the board. Stealing the show from one of the most respected MCs in hip-hop put Gunplay's name back on the radar and created demand for his debut album, Living Legend, which would arrive in 2015. The album was released through Def Jam Recordings and boasted the singles "Tell ’Em," "Wuzhanindoe," "Be Like Me" and "Blood on the Dope," and would continue to fortify Gunplay's status as a viable rapper.
After years of controversy, which included multiple arrests and altercations with the likes of 50 Cent's G-Unit entourage, Gunplay appears to have put the madness behind him and is looking to further establish his brand as a favorite of the streets with his sophomore album, The Plug.
His new LP features Gunplay shifting gears and taking a route of independence, partnering up with Real Talk Entertainment for its release. The Plug is another unabashed collection of songs chronicling Gunplay's history in the streets and his relentless pursuit of riches and retribution. Running 11 tracks deep and featuring appearances from Mozzy and Tracy T, The Plug finds Gunplay taking center stage once again, as he brings you into his world of crime and opulence.
After checking out Gunplay's latest, XXL highlights 20 of the best lyrics from The Plug.
"Don't play no fucking games, already know my pedigree/Graduated to a shooter from a petty thief/Things ringing sounding like them shits will never cease/Meet where 211, 187 meet Pick you up for questioning, the answer always wasn't me/Tell ’em that it was, a box and a wreath"
"Hope ya know ya life worth a 10 cent slug/Niggas getting drug over $10 drugs/Pesticide niggas getting niggas getting wired with the bugs/Now I'm riding getting high, hiding from the fuzz/Selling raw til I catch a kingpin charge/Looking at 20 flat when the Mac discharge/Whole squad teen, Carbon-15/Don't ask ’cause it's hard to explain these things"
"When I whooped that life sentence, thought they let El Chapo free/I read that statement, I said, 'Oh, hell nah, not my Co-D'/Coacaine in my fingernail, cocaine all in my nostril/Cocaine make me hostile, now go get me my Mossberg/Cocaine got my image tainted, but that Chevy painted/Drought, no dope out, fuck ’em, left ’em waiting"
"Yayo bought me filet mignon/Yayo got my payroll looking up, A-1/Yayo on my tongue and I'ma say what I want/Yayo with me on the run, right next to the drum/Yayo know sneaky Creole niggas wit guns/Yayo get you wheels, them oneswit trunks in the front/Yayo everywhere, yayo everywhere/Oh, hell nah, I'm the one behind that steering wheel"
I might blow ’em with the Sig, wouldn't even know 'em if I clipped ’em/Threw the whole torch in the clip, this ain't that R&B shit/Just T and Gunplay, diamonds hitting out the sun-rays/Came from the floor, going up, dog, I'm on a fucking one-way/I got the business like I came witta suit on/You switch sides, stay down, pussy nigga, I ain't no U-Turn" - Tracy T
"Told your worker I'ma murk ya, wasn't upset about it/Bout that bag, I'm banging like a set about it/That go for you, you and everybody/Streetsweeper shooting heat, meet Harold Miner/Copper heads flying like a airliner/Heard that shit knocking, like a nigga ain't hear about it/Anything moving, Uzi shoot the air up out it/You ain't down to hit the cell and get the chair about it" - Gunplay
"Hoes play hoe games, I get more gold chains/Hoes get hoe charges, pimps get more fat/Hoes know to choose Don Logan, solo in jewels /Icy in my Cuban Linx, my Cuban link bring me cubes"
"I peeped the blade, Dayton, trying not to get so blatant/ but hoes are known for hoeing, they can't leave that pussy vacant/Take a hoe, break a hoe, leave her pussy aching/Leave her twat hot, hot enough to cook a steak in/Slutting for ya boss hog skirts, just something to toss off/Daddy need a Caddy and a strip for him to floss on"
"I know she been hoeing on the low/I know she been hoeing on the low/I peeped her on the play, she popped up on the page/$50 special page, nuttin' special ’bout ya, babe"
"Riding round, who the plug, where the jugs at/Baller blocking, make me go up in the tool shed/Homicide checking Twitter, reading what the crew/Fuck ’em, snort a ball while I'm pouring Dusse"
"I don't trust nothing breathing/Getting even's all that I believe in/Taking out beef like a fucking vegan/Eye for an eye, we can swap it even Looking round, it's looking like it's sucka season/Looking round, it's looking like it's sucka season/Bust him in his head and watch his body descend/Right on the hot muthafucking cement"
Different plugs, different drugs, different fiends, different bitches/Forty-five up in my denim/When I'm mobbing through the trenches/Me and all my hooligans, play you for your jewels and M's/Stupid shit, just copped the coupe with the roof missing, crucial licks/Heard he writing statements on that shit up in a sandwich bag/Shit will have his family sad and me outside his granny pad"
"Married to the game, married to the hustle/If I don't fuck with you then I don't trust you/ We got it popping over here, fuck the other side/Shit ain't been the same since my brother died/Rest in peace, Chu, I'll show you what a beast do/Heard my bitch hotter than beef stew"
"Elevating, mad slaughter, premeditated/Living like I never made it, like I ain't got heaven waiting/Pussy boy, don't eve play me/Double drum, I'm serenading/Slugs in ya, marinating, two gloves, I'm Gary Payton/Praying for some peace, but these niggas play for keeps/Put a whole hundo in Condo and cease"
"Only thing on my mind paying back what I owe/That's a bullet to the brain and a blade to the throat/But I swear to the lord, he going straight to the morgue/For not knowing what he doing, ’cause there's a line you don't cross/And ya did, now ya dead, drop a bank on ya head/Yeah, you made that muthafucka, time to lay in ya bed"
"The game ain't ever been based on no sympathy/Only thing matter who dying or who gon' kill for me/Only thing I care about, you not knowing about my whereabouts/Dude just food, new dinner on my tabletop"
"I'm from where cootie shaking, hoes will catch a body too/And quick to grab the stick and clip right off the counter too/I made the news and my whole city knew I wasn't playing/Six-figure bond like a don, no, I wasn't staying/Feds jumper suits, county jail, nothing cute/Buncha old charges, I don't need nothing new" - Gunplay
"Styrofoam full of acid, 30 pack in my ratchet/Niggas know the boy active, niggas know I get it bracking/Syrup, shit got me lacking, I ain't worried, though, what's happening/I'm in the hood and you can ask ’em, doing hits in the Maxima/We ain't giving out passes, fuck nigga quit asking 50 bands in this mattress" - Mozzy
"Lot of niggas keep Kenny, yeah, I smoke a lot of canibus/How you tell on ya day one, now ya reputation damaged/All my lil bitches scandalous, still ain't passing out passes/Get stripped for being passive, yeah, get stripped for being passive/Shoot ya face off for practice, line 'em up for them lashes/Trying to make something happen, niggas know I ain't just rapping" - Mozzy
"Showing love to all the OGs/All dope fiends/Pulling up, I need the whole thing, putting on for the whole team/Knots call me when the phone ring/Slime gone, I know more lean/Plug gone, I need more tree, off the porch around 14" - Mozzy