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There's a stranger so quiet, so quick on the draw
(Gun sling slow, run, king, go, son sing, "No", none swing though)
There's a liar so wild, so wound

I’m sitting in the backyard
Licking watermelon on my sticky mouth
Sun burns when it turns
Gun slings gun rings, in the water again
Wind catches my

Harder

Xzibit

Man vs Machine

2002

it if you got one
A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun
I can write to the sound of the sunset
Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon
Gun

enemies 

Pussy ass opp 
Want to hate on 
A young king
Gun sling 
Red beam 
Triple beam 
European 
Foreign ting 
Everything 
Every ting 
Ice berg

the pimp and bun name
Whole lotta flavor contain 
Got your whole record deal just on one chain
One thing we come in peace but still gun sling 
So keep your

ill-advised
I’m made to think that existence is merely lies
With all these fuckas I prolly can’t handle ties
I gun sling ‘til a muthafucka realize
That my

we gon bring
gun sling take bling tell the pigs nothing 
killing anybody we think gon sing 
chili wit bu-duh I'm bout to get some new ink
3rd eye tatts

doubt
High tide, my drip at its prime and you stuck in a drought
Gabiru, the way he running his mouth for the clout (huh)
You're not a king
When my gun

better like glock nines or berettas
Putting holes through that thick ass sweater nigga
And why bother with gun slings or fist fights
Goons go to work get

of my stats, I'm getting hella new tats
I'm a rare fucking breed
I'm something they've never seen
I'm breaking their fucking spleen
Rap god, gun sling

только кровь-это tooth ink
Сучка снимает мой gun sling

Я убью тебя, словно я Гослинг
Оставляю череп и кости
Гвозди в гроб каждому гостю
Прости, I'm

The reason you don't know me just cause I don't gang bang

Or I never went fed in a chain gang
But I still toat that iron let that gun sling
F around and find

venom kam ni
Killing hardin 
Mera har din chale gun sling

Bitch!
Karey ye baatein na karein ye fit
Win!
Bathere bethe yaha banne ko bling
Slick!
The flow

turn your back to a gun sling
No bap, no bap, make sure you know that
I got love for everybody, it don't matter what they did to me (it don't matter)

ferocious heat glow
Blanclo Sport middle finger out tha window
Gun sling Tarantino columbine gunfire
Fly attire, desire ku designer
Polo masked on, style

Oh! Baby

Fourth Disciple

Freedom of Speech

2004

either rap, crack, or basketball
Young kings want to gun sling, and snatch earrings
Eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
We used

Heaven for a G

Maino

The Day After Tomorrow

2011

A ghetto in the sky, tell em where it be,
Please everybody tell me what you know
Cause after they die would your gun sling [?]
Visions of a Heaven got me

Johnny)
You can see I've been winnin', look at my Paper Route ring (uh, uh)
Young niggas with me sixteen, nothin' but gun sling (sixteen)
Don't know

his rap sheet
I know a few OGs they tri-ath-eletes
Running guns, sling rock, and pass heat
We don't want ya story, don't kick it to him like Hester
I'm

pussy

Big dog shit, let my nuts hang
Make a diss song, will let my gun sling
Tez still trapping, but he gang gang
Chevy don't do no lacking
He got that

guns sling,
Punch line,
It's gonna break your chin,
I better holler!
Fuck your bling,

Qatilaana yeh sonch,
Yeh sonch hai Beyond The Matrix,
Sonch karti

come on people, burn the empire, bring her to her knees

And Boris like a Morris Minor, old and obtuse
And dazed and confused
Eton rifles, gun sling

Oh! Baby

Fourth Disciple

Wu Box: The Cream of the Clan

2007

either rap, crack, or basketball
Young kings want to gun sling, and snatch earrings
Eighty seven, it was microphone fiend, and crack king
We used

and sing
Bout one bagga killing
How much gun dem a sling
One bagga bling bling
Ah no Reggae dem a sing!
Bun out di system!
Cause I no victim!
Sing out now