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And send you niggas J-walkin' like you rockin' S. Dots
Swing medieval swords with lethal force, behead ya soldiers
Not talkin' soap but these bullets will

another bullet
& you're shootin' with precision

I'm talented with atrophy, yeah I do it well
You know I'd like to take a break from suffering in hell

We fought the daylight any battle, any war
The call for blood worth dying for

We prayed for twilight, side by side we stood as pack
But still

of bullets to the left

Then I fire to the right

With my hand pressed down on the trigger

And the enemy in my sights

I spray a wall of lead to the left

The battle began in the morning light
Five thousand gathered for the fight
Tired, exhausted we stood side by side
Welcomed the English with brave

""Pledge to the darkest battle of death Now distinct the sirens alarm Bullets and bombers pale corpses align Stench from the rotten so foul Dirty

Finding your life dominated by voices and forces
The shapes the shoes of horses
Little ticklish melodies
When the good ideas are felonies
That's called

glizzy on my side, watch the bullets spit out (baow)
And I can't forget the gang all my niggas really dripped out (let's go fours, yeah)
I just seen my

around)
You cannot come in this section (you cannot come in this section)
Don't get carried away by the necklace, this shit'll end up real hectic (thirty)

na rejonie

Jestem jeden na milion jak WuTang działam z familią
Mam swój klan się nie poddam chce byś jedną z ikon
Mam swój plan nie jak klaun chcesz

And I'm yellin' out, "Nigga, come move"
I keep me a Glock, yeah, I love how it feel
Them bullets stay coming out smooth (6locc 6aby)
A big .45, Glock .21

arrived in a black hawk black heart touched down
Blacked out sipping black stout it's the Black Dan Fouts
Tossed bullets bless you
I'ma great laker, where

Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer

Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shotta)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro

raised by homie that kept crack in his socks
Water in pots I'm like mom my daddy don't cook
No eating at the table no fairy tale books
He played football

wanna claw, Get hit with that raw
Footage, My verbage pull it, Spit SK bullets
Fifty cal vision, Barry Sanders precision
Scary clocks is tick'n, Larry

They were lining up the unsuspecting teens
For a violent moment of celebrity
Golden bullets blessed by lobbyist money
Splash a tidal wave of blood

bleed
Shooters hang out the V
Bullet holes in his tee
Leave him dead on the street
All them snipers, say glee
Long live they keep with me
Do a hit,

a field of dreams, dirty as Bronson
Head filled with more schemes, than snakes in the garden
I tippy toe like Samurai, slit a throat, on stand by
Interview

I've Got a Gun

Christina Martin

It'll Be Alright

sleeping
Take your chances with my bullet and me

(I've got a gun)

You might think that your company is good to me
Leave your last wishes with your

her, way up there?
I've got a good chance of never getting her attention
An even better chance that she'll walk right by
I need to make a plan, try

I got my '89 Silverado all shined up
Headin' for the back forty lookin' for mud
These Firestone AT2's won't get stuck
But don't be fooled by what

that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Oh struck from a great height 
by someone who should know better than that

The dog days

My bullets made of blind desire
My rage is cast in sainted lead
Searching with atomic eyes
Disowning to the future times

I found myself with blind

and a lens and a busload of bullets
With my finger on the trigger I can push 'til I pull it
I came outta my mom with a mic attached
It's like I siphon gas