Lyrics:
The son won't face the father
The gun won't erase the drama
While you're waitin' the time's up
to back, back to back back, brother,
Face down, brother,
Face down,
Face down, brother,
Face down, almost, fired,
Face down, I got a gun,
Face
Don't mess with me
Ooohhh, carrying a gun
Get over there
Move slowly
I'll put a hole in your face
If you even breathe a word
Tell the lady to lie
Hung out to dry
Still on a roll
Ready, willing, able, and big enough
Run in the front door
Run out the back
Wall in your face and
A gun in your
thing
We liken the glue and paint
To lightning saints
The boardwalk clowns
Saints and clowns
Burn your face
With your gun
Light your head
(pyong, pyong, pyong)
Shoot the gun to the bang, bang, bang
Whoa!
To the bang bang bang
There's no fun
A sorry face
Shoot the gun (pyong,
bidin' his time
(Oh Lord, he takes his time)
Sometimes I think I'll try to walk
And face the deadly guns
I'd either die or I'd be free
To leave this
Guns guns guns guns guns
Pancake, beer can
Front flip, face plant
Guns guns guns guns guns
Wake up in the morning
And hear this song
Greasy junky
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,
I'm the man with no face
Put a gun on my head
I'm the man with no face
Put a gun on my head
I'm the man with no face
Spread my brain through out
Murda!!!)
[Chorus]
It's gonna be a (Murda!!!) when a man come through
With a smile on his face and gun pointed at you nigga
(Murda!!!) We right this
to the rhythm of the beat
Put the barrel to my body and
They tell me move your feet and he said
Run, run, run or face this gun, gun, gun
Run, run, run or face
faces
Shouted out condemned out of hand
Guns guns, and nobody's kidding
Guns guns, or foolin' around
Guns guns, the violence is singing
Guns guns
case i'm a dead end face
That's what I am in any case
Dead end face no life to speak of
Gun money all my money's gone
Gun money every cent is done
Give
Many a man would face his gun
And many a man would fall,
The man who shot Liberty Valance,
He shot Liberty Valance,
He was the bravest of them all
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And as her young man dies (in
law that Liberty understood.
When it came to shooting straight and fast,
He was mighty good.
Many a man would face his gun
And many a man would
taste
Def Squad got the shit'll bash you in your face
Tote my gun with my nigga, tote my nigga with my gun
Hit a bitch doggie style, so wild, til
Ships are moving closer to the shoreline
And we're laughing in the face of loaded guns
I saw it on the news, we ain't got no worry
But it won't be
With stocking face I bought a gun
The plan was set the plan was done
Looked at my watch and started for the door
Now the food here ain't so
that Liberty understood
When it came to shootin' straight and fast
He was mighty good
Many a man would face his gun and many a man would fall
an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another
on the conflict
Thinking, maybe tomorrow'll never come
As they face the gun
Their black gold eyes
Understated the power of politic
Wish we could rewind all
be there?
When I reach out?
The day will come
Face to face and gun to gun
Tell the tale
That you’re calm inside
You’re the trap
When I need to hide
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