Lyrics:
it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone
When it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone
Everybody wanting it
Wanting it to stop
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
and can't a nigga stop me
I feel like a balloon, by the way I'ma pop it
Lil Gun, you be flexin', can fit in my pocket
R.I.P. to Take, I'm fly like a rocket
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
O brother where are you? (Face forward and stop thinking.)
Do you admit regret in times of doubt? (We will think for you.)
A life of gun in hand,
of the gun
A mother shot while driving
In the back by her baby son
Peyton Benson eating breakfast
A drive by spilled her innocent blood
Trayvon Martin walking
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
bittersweet
Thinking what did they cost
Could move mountains with this brain of mine
But couldn't kill my doubt yet
These vocal chords are here for a reason
In
this song all the people having fun
Music is what I'm living for
If you are feeling weak so deep inside
No place to run, no place to hide
R. E. S. P.
peace end
So will there ever be peace
Or are we all just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I
and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
They say I'm grimey, I'm
Uncle Jude
Happy birthday happy birthday
I love you l love you
If it's wartime then I'm ready for my blood
If the guns gotta go off I'm ready for my
niggas will be
Down for the cause?
Some days are made for reminiscing
Drug dealers with no product or
Pot to even piss in
Permission by granted God we see
the chicken like Kung Pao
AR cuttin' through shit, Kung Lao
Guns from Israel, Africa, Moscow
On top of my gang, can't see nothin' below me
Y'all can't hold me
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin' a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Garrand
me is alright
That Condom gimmick is fittin' for your type
Judgin' by what your past
Battle rapport like
You've been playin' it safe your whole life
wonder
It all comes back again
Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've won
Are you living for
eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin by the well, egyption queens, Arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some sing
and Gun are your best friends, you can count on them
On my block
Who shoots faster gets a chance to wake up with his fam
On my block
Here's no place for
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
randomly
You wanna take the life God handed to me
Send it back to him cause you ain't a fan to me
Scary bitch with a gun that ain't a man to me
That's
guns
We craft the sickest weapons under the sun
Floss it all bkack
Hell Of tea leaf people
Blade chat by daily
By daily I mean lethal
Test
fuck! Minnesota
What are we at? What are we at, bro?
Twenty minutes, man ha, for real?
For real, bro heh, heh, oh, alright, well
Let's try one that's
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