Quiet
The Game feat. Lil’ Kim Lyrics
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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 pissing on cotton)
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear
All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year
With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it
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 pissing 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 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 pissing on cotton)
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 16 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
The Game and Lil' Kim's song "Quiet" is a powerful commentary on the nature of gangster culture and the prevalence of fake gangsters in the hip-hop industry. The song opens with a vivid picture of real gang violence, with the lyrics describing the way that people suddenly become silent when the guns come out and start firing. The contrast between this real violence and the artificiality of many supposed gangsters in the music industry is brought into sharp relief as the lyrics criticize those who talk about their supposed toughness but who are clearly faking it.
Among other criticisms, the song accuses these fake gangsters of relying on ghostwriters and of being quick to turn on their friends when they get into trouble. The themes of betrayal and deception run throughout the song, with Lil' Kim's verse taking particular aim at those who brag about their weapons and toughness but who are really just scared and weak. The final verse of the song is perhaps the most powerful, with the lyrics insisting that many so-called gangsters are actually cowardly and that they will eventually be caught out by their lies and fake personas.
Line by Line Meaning
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
When it gets dark and people start carrying guns
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
Those who were talking before won't speak anymore
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
When violence breaks out, people start dying
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissing on cotton)
The situation is extremely quiet and tense
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear
Are you aware of what's happening?
All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year
Fake gangsters who only exist in the studio
With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it
I can't stand these fake rappers with their gimmicks
How did they make it in this game for so long
I don't understand how these fake rappers are still successful
I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard
I have a good sense of discernment
I know a federal case, from a publicity charge
I know the difference between serious charges and minor charges
Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL
I did everything I could to keep these guys out of prison
But hoes wanna go to COURT 'til I pay them for they NAILS
Some people are willing to go to court for anything, even trivial matters
Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me
You're trying to be something you're not
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
My boyfriend bought me a luxury car
You spent your advance on your Continental T
You used your advance from your record label to buy a car
I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee
You're upset because you can still see the logo of the luxury car brand on your rims
And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER
We know you're lying and trying to deny something
Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER
Jackie O. showed that you're not a real fighter
Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE
You're playing with danger by coming after me
I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS
I'm going to expose the fact that you use ghostwriters
You see it always be them ones talkin this and that
It's always the ones who talk the most that are the fakest
How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP
They claim to be good with knives and guns but it's all talk
Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap
Those guys are cowards who run away when they're caught
'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back
Until they get caught in a situation they can't escape
It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin
It's often the same people who talk about guns that don't actually have them
The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin
They talk tough but never follow through
A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin
They talk tough until real danger shows up
Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
They act tough until they get beaten up
Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher
Cowards start confessing their sins like Usher sang about in a song
I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
I stopped hanging out with you because I couldn't trust you
Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers
They're terrible at what they do
You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
You're not genuine, you've always pretended to be something you're not
Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody
You have a big ego despite being small and immature like Jody from a movie
I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley
I mentored and helped you, even buying you a luxury watch
Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?
I played a role in your success, so why would I turn against you?
Lyrics © MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP , THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Written by: KIM JONES, MICHAEL WILLIAMS, ROGER GREENE, VOLETTA WALLACE
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