Lyrics:
Gun is Cocked and Fired
I'm King News and I come
To you with the truth
The mean streets took six
More lives overnight
All the result of gang bang
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
pick us
We had to prove em wrong
Baby had to prove em wrong
And now we dripped down in designer and exclusive stones
How i live baby i could really show
on any one of the singles we've ever had and
ever probably will. So, not alot of people know that. Now you do, so! What a useless piece of trivia that is
easy when you're 'round the wrong crew
And when you live in shit you bound to get some on you
Heard you're on your grind, they claim they're on they jawn
I'm selling mine
Shots fired but expired by the 7th time
How the fuck you cool
You don't even know the rules
He just flew the coop and
Got chickens he
my name on it (Oh) is that graffiti
White paint straight to the face she watching 3D
Anyways that's besides the point, Krayko here to prove why he
make sense
But it is what it is
You know, he grew up, her callin' him a nigger
The kids at school callin' him a cracker
Identifying as black, looking
he believes, well you're just like him'
Well I could tell by her voice there was something wrong
She broke down, and said he ain't got long
So I
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
ain't tears that's the Visine dripping
You have to forgive the past so that you can actually function
Who you are is yours and I am mine
But we still fuck
Do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong
Do no wrong, do no wrong, do no wrong, can't do no wrong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you feel,
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
a white bearded man in the sky
No He's a brown bearded man in the sky
Maybe we should kill each other prove it who is right
Killing is a sin but in this
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body,
your distance from these pussy ass niggas, before we dog you out (Dog you out)
Too extravagant with these lyrics, I'm bout to shut it down
The people
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
Do a show, get a hundred bands
Then I give it out to a hundred fans
Just the way you live, when you got no friends
This the life you live, when
God is punishing you
An enemy He has picked
But Job now let me tell you
You've got it oh so wrong
You've said yourself God is more than man
So why do
the golden lyrical quote
If not you could get smoked, by the mind is sore genius
I mean this I guarantee you never seen this before
Rappin' over guitars
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