Lyrics:
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Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothing
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw
grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He said me, red means run, son, numbers add up to nothing
When the first shot hit the docks I saw it
plans and I fear death awaits me
Here on this hot dusty street.
Up on a housetop but still I can see
There hides a man with a rifle, it's pointed
psilocybin, sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with this rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I
to cry
Oh, my daddy said shoot
Oh, my daddy said shoot
With his right hand on his rifle
He swore it on the bible
My daddy said shoot
Oh, my daddy
There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon,
May they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground.
Who
I traded my saddle for a rifle
And left to join the troubled shore
I hung my guitar in the attic
And laid away my forty four
I traded my saddle
grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He said me, red means run, son, numbers add up to nothing
When the first shot hit the docks I saw it
to cry
Oh, my daddy said shoot
Oh, my daddy said shoot
With his right hand on his rifle
He swore it on the bible
My daddy said shoot
Oh, my daddy
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountain, there I'll take my stand
Rifle on my shoulder, 6 shooter in my
High on the mountain what do I see
There's bear tracks bear tracks lookin' back at me
You better get your rifle boys before it's too late
That
grew
Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring
He said me, red meant run, numbers add up to nothing
When the first shot hit the dock I saw it coming
You might know me from the, dirt
Lil' boy that used to walk the streets
Now I don't say much because talk is cheap
Rifle get to stuttering, it's
se les pelaba
No fue necesario el rifle, me les perdí entre las brechas
Y nomás por el desquite atoré una avioneta llena
Hoy estamos los que
Cuando escucha' que suenen rifle' (rra)
Muchos como que echan el pique (wuh)
Dizque
Son calle y no son de na' (no)
Dizque no matan na' (no)
Pisan la
matándose
Rude buay rude, en busca de ese ticket
Rude buay rude, las corta siempre chambea
Rude buay rude, hay rifles en todas las esquinas
Rude buay
el impacto de un rifle de asalto
Mas cómo lo canto, tú ere' un encanto
El pantaloncito abajo 'e la cintura levanto
Ahora afíncate, báilame con tus
Leads you to treachery
Things boomerang
Someone you trifle with
Pulls out a rifle without a pang
Bang... bang... bang!
Goodbye... Charlie
Cashin' in
the fray
Bury our rivals
Shotguns, knives, rifles
A family of the unwanted
Beaten, stunted, dysfunction
A brotherhood that is of violence
And to tyrants,
wishes
so peep the rap and listen
you can't be idle you best come trifle
but even with a rifle your stylell get stifled
lateef: quick
gab:
lateef
can't leave that dog alone.
Maria carry a rifle.
Maria carry a dog on her back.
That dog is hit again.
That slow dog is hit again,
With his see-thru
gazed down my rifle
At his breast but then, then a soldier I
They say he was different, kindly too
Apart from all the rest
A lover of the poor his wounds
low life, yeah (wait, wait, low life)
Yeah, they stereo-typing
'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Crew's dead, I'm willin' to go to war with Al-Qaida
Lil' sharp nigga with a long ass rifle (long ass rifle)
Put it on the bible, all about survival
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