Lyrics:
he wouldn't harm a fly
He froze in the south end alley
Behind a gin mill left to die
And another died by the bullet at the hand's of a sniper's gun
Baby, you need to put that bottle down
Put that gun back in the drawer
I hear your man's been out there runnin' 'round
You're hell-bent to even up
the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see my John by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me-o, my-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
(Metro)
Metro in this bitch goin' brazy
Strike like a match, knock him out his hat
Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that
Had to cut her
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
Billy, they don't like you to be so free.
Camping out all night on the veranda
Walking in the streets down by the hacienda
Up to Boot Hill the like
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
a hobby, gun bustin' the job
But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house
So (so) long (long), London (London)
So (so) long (long), London (London)
So (so) long (long), London (London)
I saw in my mind fairy lights
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia
Rode a boy with a six gun in his hand
And his daring life of crime
made him a legend in his time
fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin',
There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile
the bloody british in the town of new orleans.
We fired our guns and the british kept a comin',
There wasn't 'bout as many as there was awhile ago.
We fired
a gun
Memoria
So we've made, we've made a new album
Thank you!
And it's all very, it's, it's very futuristic
It's about the future and our
Police and thieves in the streets (oh yeah)
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street (oh yeah)
Scaring
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
Thats why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
And now
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
feeling shit
My stamina can take it
Gymnastics super fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite, teeth, nose bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece
What you want?
visions
And baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with
So-called smoking gun
Maybe you want to end it
You've had your
[Gun cock]
Stamina
I be down and forever be
Take away by the demons I never beat
When I'm with or without some rhythm I come wit the heater
Cleverly
attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
By dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
Thats why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
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