Lyrics:
off humanity
The whole world is shocked by what we've done
And that we still believe the answer is the gun
One gun in the hands of hate ends in
by the gun and we die by the gun
Make another hole in the ground catch one
Why would they give me a gun
I don’t know
And why would they want me
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
And a mink in, next album "Blood on Chef Apron"
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
here
Powers up there
We down here
Powers up there
We down here
So aim up there, aim up there
Machine gun go high
Machine gun go high
Machine gun go
here
Powers up there
We down here
Powers up there
We down here
So aim up there, aim up there
Machine gun go high
Machine gun go high
Machine gun go
when I got my folks hooked like
Deeper than deep dish, hammers and vogues
Deeper fish in the O(cean)
I got my gun on standby, like Coast Guards
You
early
Wild dirty
Took a shower by three
Urban City Limits
Gun Law restrictions
Still carry your biscuit
Because you always get into shit
Hypocrites
I'm loving the pressure
And you keep a good check
On my dosage of pleasure
You're the best when you're in control
She's got a gun, she's got a gun
I find myself wandering up the road with a gun in my hand
Trying to stay cool and be the bigga man
'Cause I don't think niggas nowadays understand
and
My wrist stay froze
Chilling on the corner in a b-boy stance
With a gun in my pants and
Some blood on my hands what!
Once upon a time not too far in
stay spray
At anything that may stand in they way
As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade
And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay
Common
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
(Son of a gun)
You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my
hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
(Son of a gun)
You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my
Ganja ganja gun mek me wanna sing a
Ganja ganja gun mek me wanna dance
Ganja ganja gun stoppin' all de killas
Ganja ganja mekin' no more war
Ganja
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun
I shoot with my gun, I'm shooter number one
Bullets in the clip make the little boys run
You wanna stay
take your guns, OK felon?
You'll turn them in and let them win if they just ask nice, right? Criminals always obey the law without a fight
You see
Movin' in on you, baby
I don't think you hear me
I said they're spoiling the fun
We shall overcome
We got to shoot them with the bop gun
Hey, babe
Movin' in on you, baby
I don't think you hear me
I said they're spoiling the fun
We shall overcome
We got to shoot them with the bop gun
Hey, babe
young young young
Expanding Club 21 one one
Shot four times then by a SUV overrun run
Argument and fight over a watergun gun gun
The filmed attack in
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
Chemical warfare in my brain tonight/ I be on a self destruct mode
I just want to put a gun to my brain/ call me kobain
I just wanna, let it go/ whats left
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