Lyrics:
You remind me of my vocals let me lay you down
The best times are whenever you choose come around
He did you bad did he expect for you to stick
How can heck can you be on the fence about our government taking the guns we meant for our defense against corrupted men, it's funny when
You follow
on 'em
I did this here by myself I ain't need no big homie
Won't make a move without my gun, I keep that stick on me (bang)
My life's so filled with
of America,
Plus the Declaration of Independence.
[GEORGE W. BUSH]
I believe that uh, people who are gonna commit crimes shouldn't have guns.
[GEORGE
a living
Or sell drugs for funds
No matter what you do
Stack your guns and ones
Son I used to be a good boy, fat cheeks
Little cute kid potentially
the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
D-R-E, a motherfucker who's
this "Mo Thug Family" is for real
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
And you
were just saying, In Arms We Trust
When we live by the gun, we die by the gun
When we live by the drone, die by the drone
When we live by the bomb, die
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
was no ice age here
So you are richer and your mouth is stuffed with lotuses
Once you would beheaded for that
The old scrub, remnants of a frontier
(prraah)
And those who fought for their lives without an Armour
I'm talkin' those who couldn't make it Rest in Peace to Wanza (R.I.P)
Thought is Lex Luger
[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,
nobody listen? I said, I've got guns
Third time's the charm for you all to believe
The improbable quantity of guns up my sleeve
Fired so many bullets you
the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&b singers, perpetrating guns with two
compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R&b singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds
you expect, it's the reemergence
Loosin ya neck, shorty get to jerkin'
You rockin with the best, and that's for certain
It's almost like your ears are
Missed you by pinches
(HOO) your talk is senseless (RRUFF)
Actor needs chiropractor
(HAH, HOO) for cracked jaw
Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah)
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
)
That's what you are to me!
(Love stealing, double dealing, two timing lowdown son of a gun)
Son of a gun, son of a gun, son of a gun
(Love stealing,
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Enter the cypher with your lighter
L's are ready, prepare for another all-nighter
But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock Glocks
Comin'
Enter the cypher with your lighter
L's are ready, prepare for another all-nighter
But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock Glocks
Comin'
a statistic of gun crime
One shot, in an early morning drive-by
Same shot silenced everybody's lifeline
Shooter gets locked away, we say bye-bye
Dead body, just
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