Lyrics:
to run
You are the winner that loses in the end
Under the gun
So you stand up and fight
For what you believe
There is no wrong or right
There
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
And we were welcomed out of history
By the wind the sand and the stars
Jai commence a le piercevoir
Sand in the couscous
Sand in the wine
There was
Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit
to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight
For yourself?
I'm so sick of this
door cold bust in
It was her fuckin' husband, six-foot ten
I knew my life would soon end
Homeboy tried to kill me, he didn't use a bomb or a gun
fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
don't want your wings,
I don't want your freedom in a lie.
I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
And as you polish up your guns
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,
[Chorus]
Time is the measure before it's begun
Slips away like running water
Live for the pleasure, live by the gun
Heritage for sun and daughter
Down
the guns that she hated in the mighty Brazos below
Cross the Brazos at Waco ride on and I make it by dawn
Cross the Brazos at Waco I'll walk straight in
My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I haven't been home since Friday night and now my wife
Is comin' after me
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
thunders on by
I fell right in love with you
As the blood came blowing through
I fell right in love with you
Across the room
I saw your eyes
Black
Son of a gun we're gonna have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is a buzzin' kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in
handle weh brown like chocolate
Ak by the pallet and forklift
Handgun by di barrel and basket
Gun thief see di Ruger, want it
Bullet me plant it, face
John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery, my son?
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part
John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery, my son?
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part
to the L'Ermitage
We throwing red dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad
When I done quit hollerin' baby
I believe I shake 'em on down
Get my babe won't be late
You know by that I mean seconds late
Ah must I holler
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
teach your sons to
Not live by a gun
And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder
I think you'd understand Katie Elder
That a man is just a man Katie
his gun low and tied down
He reined in his horse and
Announced to the crowd
"If you speak to me call me Sundown"
His clothes were all dark and fancy
choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
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