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The Roots of Guns N' Roses: Hollywood Rose & L.A. Guns (Hollywood Rose) · House of Cards [Limited Edition] (Saga) · House of Cards (Michael Peloquin) · House of Cards (Saga) · Acoustic Christmas Cards, Vol. 2 (Charles David Smart) · Play Your Cards (Skeeter Billz) · In the Cards (Robert DeLong) · Turn of the Cards (Renaissance) · Deck of Cards [Performed Live On the Ed Sullivan Show] (Wink Martindale) · Dominoes, Cards & Chess (Supherb) – and 90 other albums »


Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
reached Miami Beach
They got a hotel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They soon ran out
reached Miami Beach
They got a hotel by the water and a quart of Bombay gin
The road goes on forever and the party never ends

They soon ran out
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
bought by this guy named Ray, 
A card carrying member of the NRA,

But he left me out in his car one day,
And now the finger on my trigger hasn't seen
talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room in the White House.
And this certainly must be the most exciting telephone
Call ever made here on Earth. I
to thumb suck
Once sought a life thought it right to write about
Now gets raped by aryans in the big house (OUCH!)

[Mr. Lif]
Ted did 20 years for growing
by the gun die by the gun
Nigga be a soldier
( hook )
rocking the microphone and she's calling me honey
Says I know what I want don't move with thugs
Well house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
And whoever's
that means
Number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun
So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout
It's all about "Who's in the House
wonder
It all comes back again

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've won
Are you living for
in the house!

I said nowadays Brooklyn ain't the same
And life's a scam and I'd rather be paid
Credit card by that fuckin' BOA
But if you want
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
Those baby blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
Never slipping she's
gun, fuck bein' 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
Yea, ok-ok, yea

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Just when you thought it was ova
The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+

Now, you can catch me by
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
Stackolee 

Billy was in the card house and kneeling on the floor 
Stackolee pulled the trigger of his red-hot forty-four 
He was a bad man, that mean old
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy
Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
You'll ask me why, but I don't care,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for