Lyrics:
Pedal drücke
Dann in deine Gegend fahre, die Gewehre lade
Den Mercedes parke, Feuerregen aus der Ak spitte, was Bitches?
Live by the Gun, die by
the muffler on the TEC
Respect to the Mack's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun
the muffler on the TEC
Respect to the Mack's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun
You don't wanna play
With the man with the man
With the gun in his hands
With the gun in his hand
With the gun in his hands
With the gun in his hands
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin' quotas
Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
When movin' the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
wanna get my gun (so my gun can fight him)
50 round drumline
P1
Excitement
On the other hand I got this M Bison
Already in too deep
I done already left
yo what happen to the truth
Yo somebody tell me why he shoot
He pulled out a gun and he knew he had to shoot
You live by the gun and you die by the gun
He bought his first gun at the age of seventeen
He bought his first gun cuz he saw up on TV
He bought his first gun cuz he heard it in a song
He
He bought his first gun at the age of seventeen
He bought his first gun cuz he saw up on TV
He bought his first gun cuz he heard it in a song
He
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
(Krueshef)
Hos-pital street, LA Grange ah my
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
anymore
'Til my mummy's in a Porsche connais bella la vida
I don't care about these fame looking whores
Only came to the door when I'm up, not your
Swaddled in privilege
Breastfed excuses
Oxytocin released when fed by parents
All a part of the formula for propaganda
Propped up, tucked away or on display
on the top
Copper heads on the bottom
9 millimeter, gimme gun fever
Cold cold drink, Arm got it by the litre
(what else?)
Holla at ya dog, realest hustler
Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call
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