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And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades
it's a hard one
We're in nowhere to what I've done
Road to the sun, it's a hard one
Driving by I see my smoking gun

It's do or die, hi, goodbye
you,
I know you'd come,
(yea)
Ready to kill with a smoking gun,
(with a smoking gun)

[Jadakiss]
Yo Shawty is courageous,
Going through
Jasmine Sullivan:
I know you'll run,
Ready to kill,
With a smoking gun,

Verse 2
Jadakiss:
Yo now she really stressed bad,
Baby by her step dad,
Her and lil
smoking remains
Blown out by a kiss from the Sunday scene
Sunday soon Sunday soon someday soon

Someday someday someday

His eyes are closed his mouth
gun
Ragged as the road I'm on

This road I'm on has been cracked by the cold
It's been scorched by the sun and searched by the soul
And it's
I left by the back door
With my wife's lover's smoking gun
I don't know what I was hoping for
I hit the road at a run
I was your lover
I was
the crossfire
You gotta let go

Opium for the masses
World's gone deaf and dumb
Victims of insanity
Ruled by the gun

Caught in the crossfire
You gotta let go
Rolling blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush holding boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my click
and the jury that tried her?
Blood splattered all over the wall
The gun still smoking as I watch it fall

I run through the door while the sirens blow out
to offer me some heavy smoking gear
I said: "No, thanks a lot, I don?t shoot that stuff."
He looked mad, a gun came out, "no!" ain?t good enough

(BRIDGE 1)
y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We
another smoking gun
The threat is real, the Locust King has come
Don't tell me the truth; I don't like what they've done
It's payback time at the United
safe from
In search of a brain surgeon
A great one
Wait, the day ain't funny man
It's urgent
I need one
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly

And when our world is over, children by the fire
Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new messiah
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
fight
Car ahead eliminate
Smoking gun
That sealed their fate
Flesh and blood to instigate
85 dollars
Ain't she great
You give me one more reason
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
makes me fight

Car ahead eliminate
Smoking gun
That sealed their fate
Flesh and blood to instigate
85 dollars
Ain't she great

You give me one
Gypsy woman told my mama, 'fore I was born
Got a boy-child coming, be a son of a gun
He's gonna make the pretty women, run, jump and shout
He
to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky
makes me fight

Car ahead eliminate
Smoking gun
That sealed their fate
Flesh and blood to instigate

85 dollars
Ain't she great
You give me one
that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you
to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky
to help ourselves is stay alive

Ragged lines of ragged grey
Skeletons, they shuffle away
Shouting guards and smoking guns
Will cut down the unlucky