Lyrics:
waves of color underneath the sun
The ball turned into a silver bullet
His arm into a gun
I took a look all around the world one time
Finally
that was touched by Nas and Pharoahe Monch
Bullets - bein shot from guns, guns bein carried by thugs
who come to the clubs to shed blood
Bear
house
We gonna do a little something like this...
Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let's proceed with lychin', yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now
my sight lines
Bullet fly through eye
Another duppy pon me gun as
Man ah make bat fly
Aye
Me ah one nigga nuff nigga love hate
Still me ah tell ah fool
from the golden era, duckin' bullets and slugs
Meltin' ice cream mugs, EPMD the niggaz you love
New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs
Rarely
Unc' dropped the fent', he overdid it with the car scent
Super ham, doggy far away from bein' Clark Kent
Chrome on the t-shirt, I think that's
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
I'm being hunted by paleface in blue
and these cracka' spooks are haunting you too
With municipal shovels they're out digging our graves
Under
You take off from work a bit early
The boss doesn't care if you stay
The guard with the key has to check your ID
But he'd just as soon blow you
a Mag
You a fag, you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (now that's gangsta)
the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
too short
And ninety-nine and half you still missing two fourths
Two eighths, two cords
Two guns by my side when I snooze off
And that's word
That girl, she's a loaded gun
Gonna take 'em out, take 'em one by one
She knows when she's dressed to kill
She'll put a bullet in your heart
Just
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
naw we ain't scared ho
The pain is what, I'm bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped and
Hypnotized
by the skull cap, them n**** pop it
And if you aint part of the streets, I guarantee that you should sit back
Stay away from the gang fights n**** will
those motherfuckers yeah
And you claim to be the baddest motherfucker in 3317
Laser propelled cyanide hypodermic bullets
Loaded in your future gun
to
Swallow when everything controlled
By that all mighty dollar
We don't fear God in America
Okay the sun rise from the east
The west marked by the beast
wired gate
Who has their god saved?
Running from the brightened light
Shots fired as comrades fall
Without guns they cannot fight
Death for one
wait until he leaves the house
Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw
Orlando West it's June '76
There's guns in the streets again
They got Peterson
That's how you sentenced to live in Soweto
Streets that burn, a bullet flies
the fuck happened?
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, fuck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black
And schools than teachers.
More broken men than gravel.
The county is still on the run.
You’d better get a gun.”
We came down from sleep
Early and stood
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