: Under The Gun Out on the Run Paying the price with your flesh and your blood It's bringing you down (bringing you down) Livin' your life Under The Gun
comprehend, as I let you know about man's best friend. Now remember, it used to be a dog like Lassie, but now in '91 it's a gun if you ask me. Just like
your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under
blatant You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under
the park one day Killing all the bugs on the pavement Seems like she got a nasty streak But she does it in a beautiful way Like a bullet from a gun She
thinkin' 'Bout lives that you've taken All the love you forsaken In yo zone, niggas gone Get their fuckin' head blown Danger, you're in danger, no
you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
wink at her, she was a cutie The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run He was fit to be tied an' you were under the gun You don't reach for
Watch me dispose of all yall Yall fraud ass niggas, tape me reboard ass niggas Gun bigger than sword ass niggas Now enter in the ring gun drawn, makin
we rock! Straight to the top Onward we rock! Straight to the top Torture and trial Under the gun Wheels burnin' Burnin' to be no.1 Dangerous warning
thing that it rhyme with How about come up outta your braze cap You gonna get laid flat or you gonna behave Put this gun to your wave cap and get under
superstar but I'm still street (You know we gonna keep it street, street) I got the gun under my seat, so don't agitate me In the blink of an e-y-e, you
, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under
Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's rowdy Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker Since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks
the betterer the betterer to combust You got the Cali gun for fun And if you throw people some black attitude When you attack 'em on the check-amo, they putting down the gun
