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curmudgeons get bludgeoned with rhymes made for the lovin Listened to by your mother, your sister and your cousin Does it rap? It doesn't, I've spit a bakers
Shit Hurts like a motherfucking gun When I pull up, Hold up run Shit, Wait! I didn't sign for that nah We didn't sign for that nah But u had that gun
with a cheeky emote Here lies BC dying on a hill Never found one gun, never got one kill No BC, are you like gone for real? I'm undone I'll just hide
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali Rally and tally up my dough For the grand finale Grapevines
on What will we do when we get old? Will we walk down the same road? Will you be there by my side? Standing strong as the waves roll over Nights are
drama for the ghetto More human bodies ignited by metal Yo, once they gone they never come back Yo
Fuck that shit 'cause I ain't the one For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun To be beaten on and thrown in jail We can go toe to toe in
there ever be a right Reason? If a kid is Old enough to drive a car or buy a gun Isn't he old enough to be held personally Responsible for what he does
Handle dat Check Check Awoha Nah man a nuh mi Mom Say a prayer fah yuh son I'm fucking up now YA'OH - What have I done? Watch for the gun pow!
life into the blink of an eye (eye) And if you see your cloning on a street walking by (by) Keep on running for your life 'cause only one will survive
arms, bustin' guns with them We're just thugs for life Bustin' slugs for life Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
Winfrey, you are the gross national product' I'll get my guns and ammo, cruise down to LA Ask you for your autograph, and blow you away BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
the west For they are gathering the blessed Speaking as one Oh, and out of the sun Come angels with guns Oh, and out of the sun Come angels with guns
goes for the Jamaican niggas) Lord have mercy, violent, violent, violent (New York to Jamaica yo) Never stop until I sing, me sing, me sing, huh
flow, yo! Yo I got guns from Italy Smoke trees considerably I get saluted by the people When I’m on my block Yo I got slugs for snitches No love for
But its real when the H-N-I-see And the are-A double P Strap with them G-you-N-Z [Chorus] My gunz popping, your gunz pop We could go out shot for
Runnin' Like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. ?cause mc ren has a 100 miles of runnin
now Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear For the score go to war like
to hold your gun Know when you don't want it with no one Live niggas now are after you And here they come This nigga thinkin that everybody puss til He got
KRS and Melodie live together with D-Nice and Harmony Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney BDP! Yes! I got a hundred guns two hundred
views Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and sold The land that was stolen stripped of all of its gold Old timers on the deathbed speakin
yet Maybe there's no point trying Cause we're all tired of you blaming other things for all the dying Guns are part of the problem and it won’t help
when your feet are touchin' (kid a nigga hungry, yeah, he one of ours) Wipe, them guns off, get that money money Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't
see or feel Exactly Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin' Yeah, we done promotin' We come for
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