Lyrics:
the way oo
I still dey wait I know the hustle go pay
He that lives by the gun will die by the gun
But the gun dey my house so it's living with me
No be
Once upon a time, there was a dancer. And his name was Dino Sore.
He used to roam about the countryside until his freedom was stolen. And by that,
here
Cause I'd be havin'
Beer with the boys
Cowboy hat
We're simple men
Don't need more than that
Get off my lawn
And if you don't
Me and my gun
Will
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
Aye
Can't get lost where sheep are
Wool got spun and not by metre (yeah)
After all, can't ball on my own
I'm my brother's keeper (yeah)
Take
little brown bones
La with your pink and gold /Is the driver still alive
La orange blossom grove /are there guns inside
La oh La /Is Sarah by myside
La oh
Part I: Mass Hysteria
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope
don't care about friends
I was made to be on my own
I came in this world by myself
And I'm leavin' alone
Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own
With
his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And ?, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish
I'd like to dedicate this song
Yo, shut the fuck up
Burn your house down, bitch, I'm an arsonist
Stompin' on his head
'cause I'm not the one
Rise up this morning,
Da first thing dat i heaaard,
Was some devastating news,
Yeahh uh
Just like my friend,
His life was taking away,
Not by natural
a wall on the hill and write a book out of fear
Then aim a gun at your son to keep him safe from us
You´re not foolish, you're insane. They would die
felony, punishable by prison but that's a joke cuz most
offenders get off so yo; you better know this ain't a love song, ain't a love song no means no,
and it's on...
'Cause I ain't your fuckin' victim
The fear of rape is the fear of an empty space
A gun a can of mace can't replace
Being scared in a city
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
to run with
Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night
With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss
Government
[Chorus]
Well poor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up
Yuh issue gun fi wi pickney bus
Poor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up
Well
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
me)
A melody will pull you through
(You'll be like me)
You're blinded by a dirty mind
(You'll be like me)
Hurt it back, blew your gun
(You'll be like
bitch and love singing to the blues
What If this song wasn't made for you?
Im comin', I'm Comin' For you x2
Fuck So good make a bitch wanna fight me
try to tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (Where ya bang bra?)
So this song is gonna tell the
(So-called gangsta niggaz who the fuck
I'm two degrees it's like I'm switching college
But ain't no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (buck-buck)
Curb stomp the only way I'm
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
a chopstick
Big bullets start then he got
Stumped in a moshpit
Gun ain't got no safety, one in the head
On cop shit yeah I make a lotta hit's
Songs but I drop
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