Lyrics:
Everytime the people rebel
Babylon pull them gun
Call for the invasion
A wha dat say
Tell me why you rude so
Conquer in a we area
Ten thousand
They're not big enough for the human race
So who's gonna fight?
Who's having fun?
Gonna carry a gun?
I got to fight I got no choice
They'll never hear my
Mother mother tell your children
That their time has just begun
I have suffered for my anger
There are wars that can't be won
Father father
putting a gun to your fuckin head
If you don't obey he will blow off your head
And he says, 'thank you for making me more fuckin rich!'
I was brought up on the street.
My old man's independence, seemed good enough for me,
I was made in America, made in America.
Never cared much
Luciano with the tommy gun
I never leave the body till the job is done
Won't be late for dinner, cause I'm mommy's son
And like my Pop said never turn
Heavy street fighting
Been going on for days
Makeshift graves outside city limits
Filled with bodies of slaughtered people
Men women childeren
I got a bluesteel gun, and an old bloodhound
Slept in a hollow log, make some porcupine wine
The highwayman tells me to walk this time
Now everybody
Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello,
Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello,
thought that I just an animal
Don't pass me the gun
'Cause I got happy
Now its okay
Let the mockingbird sing
'cause I got happy
Yeah, its okay
Let
I was about to release
He kicked in the door
And pulled a gun out
Then it was time for me to run out
I kept goin and I did not stop
Cause my
There's no room in a political dream
There's no room in a law
For when men refuse to fight
And will not go to war
Its true deterrent weapons
Make
a cell door
Shammin, what the hell for?
If I couldn't rhyme, then I would sell raw
Like a dread, but without the locks
When I'm about to rock Jack know
We're globetrotters only smoking guns are hotter
Stick in the Mojo you scream and holler
Better tap out before we break that collar
Rules out
I pay.
I live to fight.
Homicide for a Lie.
I Feel the Anger.
I Feel the Pain,
Smashing in his Brain.
Feel the pressure,
Feel the Gun
hold on
And I can't place much faith in love
Send me out for something that ain't there no more
Something that once meant so much
Said I hope you
But somehow Eddy caught her eye
And everybody wondered why
'Cause Eddy was a hard-headed, bull-ridin'
Fast livin' son of a gun
Oh, but he was hot,
me table and a single shed
Just give me cable and a single bed
Have a ray gun, sleep tight, son
Desk man's got a face like Norman Bates
Don't let
Just for the record there she lays
Shedding fur in patches and pulling at her face
I've been taking these things all night long
Hoping it will
while under the gun
On and on you run for your life
All of your fears are they only in your mind
[Chorus]
Learn to stand learn to fight
You know
the same ones every day
Checking his firearm to see if its loaded it is but what the hell for
Nothing and no-one under the sun could ever get through that
I love you
The hook-up kids don't know don't care
They keep their secrets down upon the stair
The river floats in gambling holds
Made for
rocks in the same place we keep our teeth
We meet at club James, known for blood stains
Niggas stay in front of Tina's, get caught up in the game
Nigga
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