Lyrics:
Gun shot sounds click clack bang bang
Another black man in the streets been slaine
Cops dont care cause its all in vain just bang bang
From gang bang
the song
Feel me through the rhythm
Not everybody has a gun
Feel me through the music
Come and hit the bong
Feel me through the rhythm
The rhythm of the sun
I hate this song and I'm lost in space
I'm an over-thinker, you can solve it
Money can't bring you happiness
Now I'm in this, state of mind
I hate
with these bitches unless it's for lust
And I'm only in love with the bitches that gon pull a gun
Like
Man this ain't no gang shit this a love song
I'm
felt
No arrest warrant, no weapons found
One eyewitness, yeah, black body down
I can hear it now
It's the same old racist shit
"Thought he had a gun
"
Nothing sadder than the song that’s being sung
By 21 guns
21 guns
Every year they hold a parade
In this little town where their hero lays
Signs hanging
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Taking anything i want
We got too many guns
Live by da gun die by da gun
Only 16 when u gave me my first one
Crazy never thought u would do dat too yo son
No nine one one yeah
So bye bye bums
The reaper comes
To reign in the finite sum
You just might run
Red red it's all redrum
We all got guns
Red red
the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yatti-Yatti-ya
Make the soldiers drop their guns
Make the sun shine for the ones
Hurt by violence and crime
I wish there'd be a song that would
Soothe the souls
them
They gon' lock me away before
This song is fucking done
Run little piggy, run little piggy
I don't wanna die by a piggy
Run up off his gun run
and do you wrong
Fucking on you so good, gonna make you sing my song
My baby girl she so hood, be careful shoot you with a gun
One little puff and I'm
you have your niggaz holdin' you down
And when I hold heat I just hold it for delf
Why ask a nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
come from
Is you know them by the songs they play
So from picker to picker The real kicker
Is it works in mysterious ways
Mysterious ways
Like
Yeah
Point your guns at me like I'm the one who is the threat
Threat
Threat
Critiquing me cause I'm the one who ain't the best
Best
Best
I'm the one
mouth
Young nigga eatin' off them plastic forks
I could send a couple
Goons through your house
Live by the gun, you gon' die by that sword
Ayy, yay, yeah
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
to fight for what's fair
Now I don't have a gun so I don't pull the trigger
I've got no army, I'm not a power figure
But I've been preaching to myself
Money
chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty five live, you ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by yatti yatt -ya
But its real
the dirty work done
I'm a son of a gun
I'm a son of a gun
I'm a song of a gun
I would not do that if I were you
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