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Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by 
And he started,

Um, somebody yelled, one of the other five guys yelled, "Shoot him!"
Something to that effect, he grabbed the gun which was near by 
And he started,

Only Skin

Joanna Newsom

Ys

2006

a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me

While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed

happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to 
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you 
And I done seen a lot of people

Bump Heads

50 Cent

No Mercy, No Fear

2002

the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to 
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you 
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line

of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone

Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how

rider
I'm a modern day old soul singer
Son of a gun and guitar slinger

I spent 10 years pickin on a six string
Working the bar-scene
Burnin it down

suffering, anything
This song is for the big mamas
Everybody call me ma’se kind
Ma’se kind, ma’se kind, ma’se kind, ma’se kind
This song is for the big mamas

at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not

lived by the Glock
He died with his gun
Huh, look at his mama face
Wish I was with her son
That night when he died
But we gon' get us one
We gon' bend

Bounty on his head, yeah
That's how you reuse it
Puttin’ powder in the engine
And the guns in the fenders
Coke and the drugs by my
Tongue and my dentures
I

pain off me yeah
Cus they say death be coming by threes and ain't no telling who it might be
Be yo final destination gotta keep a gun beside me yeah
They

amolakh heera gun gayi le
(And we imbibed his knowledge like a swan swallows pearls)

Harira gun gaile jab lakh sukh shareer 
(Till the time our body is fit

Can’t see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
What you believe in
I know some secrets
My people bleeding or infected by diseases

was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees.  He saw the old guitar first, held high, then

Beat his ass he pulled his gun
So much happen to be honest
Adrenaline took my vision
I got shot by my friend
In the hood I called home
All my family were

so bad, they don't ever sit You rather use guns before usin' fists
They tell me no, but I'm so used to it She walk by, I make sounds like I'm Ludacris

Aint nobody know me
Now they wanna make songs with me I dont wanna be your homie

Pop off aint nobody know me
They heard me on this song now they

And each country bud
Just sings about guns and alcohol
But then as time goes on
Your favorite art has gone
And yeah they changed this song
And got

and hide
That's prolly why these guys can't leave they house without a gun on they side
That's prolly why I make these songs about the things I feel inside

tough
God damn
This was supposed to be a love song
God damn
I think I lost my feelings where they go
If I had some then they probably got tooken by a hoe