Lyrics:
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
The sky is colored red by the martyr's blood, the same sky under which.
The victors marching in again, bringing back the slavery.
The oldest order, under
got the work in the duffle
Eat sleep, shit, breathe, Hustle
The game bang russell simmons
Gun tucked under the linen
V12 stock engine (yeah)
Don’t
the gun
Under the gun
You really shouldn't do that
No, it's not good for your health
Cause of all the men I've slain before
No, I don't trust myself
crime
We're the worst of the best
Under the gun, with you by my side
Hey there brown eyes
I know you come here all time
Have a seat, you're a pleasure
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
Spreading through China and Asia
The Middle East, Africa and Europe
The devastating epidemic destroyed as much as one fifth of the world's population
seen my face
fast asleep and dreaming?
Oh Shannon
The lightning fell
There's an army down by the riverside
But I might be dreaming
I can see that you
So every woman and man in the
Land can understand the new world
Inherited by the children
Free from famine or disease that's right
Free from the gun
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
what you want
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I never knew, niggas had a clue
On who was the king of the street
More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under
know I don't fold under pressure
I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
the heart of July, under the blood-red sun
Bound by their sacrifice, forever as one
Echoes of soldiers guns, a valley's grim despair
Brothers clash with
Weezy, what's up with it, brotha?
Tell Maestro I need to fuck
Over his beat real quick hear me?
I'm the best rapper under 25
24 inches on my ride
where there's smoke there's fire
And some believe that love is won
And some of them go like they're under the gun
In between what's already done
act like we're still trying, carve our smiles
I'm tired
And I can't shake your vile and gorgeous mind
Go to take a peak under the bed, get the gun
Keeping the masses under my thumb Keeping the slaves under the gun
In my hands, I'm your toil and labor
In my hands, I'm your fate, I'm your saviour
nothing dey sup
Abajo, toni ki ma so mo, wetin dey sup?
Pick dem one by one
Make me buss my gun
Poisonous like a long python
Gunfiring, 911 dialing
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
- in and out by the tide
Sweating and bleeding
Starving while feeding
Big guns, they bark through the night
Heavily breathing
As hope is deceasing
we will know that we cannot escape danger,
Or the fear of it,
By crawling into bed and pulling the covers over our heads.
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We have to eat and drink
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