Lyrics:
a gun, he's always drunk
And Peter's pimpin' Jane, and John's a punk
Infested are the halls, also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
a gun, he's always drunk
And Peter's pimpin' Jane, and John's a punk
Infested are the halls, also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
yea
Thumbin thru racks I got money Now
Niggas can't wait to gun me Down
PB n J to seasoned filet
Nigga stop hatin im eating now
Pull up in that
reveal it in two seconds
Guns do jam so I'm steppin' with two cheffers (I got two)
Wait there, tell me what's happenin' (yeah)
Pellets start scatterin'
didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it
'Cause sometimes I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it
Puffin' with my family, my bitch, my money
Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam
The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby
[Chorus]
Ruff Ryders (We in here!)
Ruff Ryders
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass
the districts
Wasn't boys we turned man
Grab a gun we done with hands
Mask up our only chance
Blow this bitch till it can't slam
Pull the slide if it jam
Pruno and Kool-Aid
She had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette motor and a guitar string
She soaked a hanky in three Roses and rubbed it on the spot
Money drugs n guns
Dats what the pretty bitches Want
I got it all
My people cant face the fact that imma dog
I fuck ha raw
If i dont nut up in that
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
name is DJ Run
Shoots a gift like a gun
Slays suckers one by one
Rather chill than kill
Cause the killing's no fun
So together forever
Crew be
touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit, the mirror’s misty
Sjoe, who can this be?
Let's see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie, donner op 'n
the Blues
I'm betrayed
By every sunrise
I make my confession in
A thousand rooms
Tell my secrets to the carpet
When all I really want
Is you
Every sunset's
These n***** aint f*** with me these n**** know I live life sucka free ayyyye
These n***** wanna be where I be these n***** wanna see what I see
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo!
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P, yuugh!
Young, obnoxious,
block wit sum'n
(Gun sounds)
Nigga it's all or none
Sasuke itachi kakashi
Chidori stream through my body
Reunited, invite my team
We all kicking it like
shit all by myself
I fucked the game up
I ain't change nothing
All I did was change the frame up
Picture this
Oil up my gun
Make sure my gun never jam
Cincinnati's open off the song Heavy Metal
Put us on your schedule, pencil us in
Did show after show, released Livin' 'n Cin
Took the city by storm
But
for the spinach
My food-for-thought is like serving
Fresh lettuce to niggas
I'm the chef and I'm cooking up Def Jams
Broad street bully cut the
Check
with a gun in my hand
Fishin' on the pier with a gun in my hand
Fishin' on the pier with JD on the rocks
Oh, so then a biplane flies by waving a flag
Yeah, mama, you got this bitch goin' crazy
BonezInDaKutt, Bitch
Where I'm from, you better keep your guns
Niggas fightin' for their life out here,
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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