Lyrics:
You know tomorrow's just a day away
If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You
know tomorrow's just a day away
If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake
Nigga, my gun go off you see the barrel turning
You feel
world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like
gonna get some food (shoobe, doowa)
Your brother got to be your enemy, well
Ambush in the night
All guns aiming at me
Ambush in the night
They
old
Bring me all the toys you can find
You don''t wanna grow up
You can be my partner in crime
I'll be sure to write you from the war
Put your
in the sea'
O no we won't lower our lofty topsail
Nor bring our ship under your lee
And you shan't take from us
Our rich merchant goods, merchant
bring me no flowers
Just a six gun smokin
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
When your heart runs
Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still with their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns you're given
Write
fictional, this here is typical
I will bring it to your door
If you can't see the visual
Black Manson, won't you ask him
How I have sex with the trigger
Just
that
Put the flag down
Secure that
Foreign aid, fuck that
Bring your guns out
Get the job done
We mercs now
We merc that
Now lemme say it one more time
my bag up
Tryna bring the stash up
For my babies
Shit going real well
I won't let these pirates stop me
No nobody can not copy
Passing thru
Standin' by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand
And I beg you, dear Molly, girl
Try and understand your man the best you can
Across
Standin' by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand
And I beg you, dear Molly, girl
Try and understand your man the best you can
Across
we hot like two 4-5th with gold clips
Ain't none of y'all fuckin' with this
It's hopeless malice on that raw Shawshank
Cut your throat shit
This is
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
my gun, son run that
Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller 'til the game say,
We bring the wave to get the world movin'
Driven by the moon we push and pull, pull
The great ocean tides from the moon's sky
We bring the wave to get
"Where the bread?"
You gon' hold the egg, waiter bring the check
When we talk, we Kalashnikov, keep us in your thoughts
Fully dressed at the crack
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
like
It's the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the sun and the moon
My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be
And it ain't a dream, thin's ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come
Heat
Meet me by the grave
Heat
Meet me by the grace
Meet me by the lake
Bring your love to waste
Hold your gun and wait
Graveyard games we play
Heat
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