Lyrics:
the revolution comes
Please take my rifles, take my guns
A single bullet loaded in each one
And if you don't like my melody
I'll sing it in a major key, I'll sing
right by the D, they need to free my nigga B
I ain't the type of person to be running from no beef
Those fucking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
you do since I’ve found my way out of this
You tell me that you think I’m going crazy
Where’s the loaded gun
Is it in your room
Where’s the loaded gun
free?
The only freedom we have is in a man nailed to a tree.
100 million faces, staring at the sky,
Wondering if this HIV will ever pass us by
elephant gun
She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit
I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin because of addiction
Legs on fire
a loaded gun.
So I won't stop dying,
Won't stop lying,
If you want I'll keep on crying.
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me
green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga
(4 minutes left)
This bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep
This bitch full
the bullet
Or stop playing with loaded guns
Stop playing with loaded guns
All this back and forth, what is it for?
The silent games, the tug of war
Wish I
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
is bowed in shame again,
So I look to the heart of the devil for answers
This path is like a loaded gun
But what's said is done
You don't have
my nigga
Shit, lemme show this motherfucker how hard this shit really is
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded
my nigga
Shit, lemme show this motherfucker how hard this shit really is
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech
around, And she only wants to mess around But if I start to feel this warm again She's just my friend Love is like a loaded gun Time flies by when you're
I'm not a criminal
I'm not the villain
Yeah this is personal
A drive-by killing
Your guns are loaded
And your lies are the bullets
So here is
the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peelin' off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fools'
niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is
to the point of static
Beating into the hearts of the fanatics
And the neighborhood's a loaded gun
Idle thoughts lead to full-throttle screaming
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rockett Ritchotte
If the heart is a lonely hunter
Then the mind is a loaded gun
Sometimes it begins
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shooting every motherfucker
are changin'
Today most folks couldn't tell you who
Their next door neighbors are
All their guns are loaded
The front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol'
This shit thats the way their laughing
Gun shot thats the way their dying
(ey) pull up by five whe on the block
Pull up came late we jump his ass
Come
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
weightless in the air
Is my desired dream
Now I found myself a loaded gun
I'm asking everyone for
Gasoline
Make me clean
With gasoline
Comfort me
With gasoline
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