Standing there in palestine lighting the fuse Whatever you want, you're gonna get it Tommy gun You'll be dead when your war is won Tommy gun But did you have to gun
Перевод: Face To Face. Tommy Gun.
Standing there in palestine lighting the fuse Whatever you want, you're gonna get it Tommy Gun You'll be dead when your war is won Tommy Gun But did you have to gun
there in palestine lighting the fuse Whatever you want, you're gonna get it Tommy Gun You'll be dead when your war is won Tommy Gun But did you have to gun
want it) Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it) [repeat] [Verse 1:] I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun
All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to (Chorus) [Verse 3] Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy That tommy gun
escobar shit Buyin' a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now J A D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun
(LiL Wayne) shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off i pop like a soda watch the can fall off i can kill
um Comin' wit' my hundred round drum for the trunk punk Quit runnin', go fast, like the runna done Put holes through yo' Hilfiger, wit' my Tommy gun So
layed you flat where you live but... [We allowed you cowards to live] Word up, We could've ran up in your house and put the gun to your kids but... [We
Are they down? Or is just another new sound We're saying things and when we use a beat we use it right Because we're not just playing things Spitting rhymes like a Tommy Gun
So you better done knock it tell ya this ain't just a song [Billy Cook:] You bitches don't want none, I'm busting my tommy gun Snitches you better
wanna challenge the swordsman? That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's I hose down the place, no shots to the face Elite special force no religion style faith The meltin' pot boil gun
Jadakiss] Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turn down Chocha We in the Costa Rica, sippin Margarittas with a mommy Clinged to Tommy,
a horseshoe to let you know you pressin? ya luck You don?t want nuttin' wit kiss, nuttin' wit styles You don?t wanna end up food for the crocodiles I?d take the gun
all don't really want it) Betta not fuck wit me ('Cuz our hood is on it) I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin' wild 'Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun
on a level, too, shovels graves In the sight of a psychopath, TEC and lead 'em all dead Than a mobsta Johnny Gotti with a tommy, try to gun Then I blast
even wanna hit em but I hit em up I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Real talk, boy, chill wit the talk, boy That Tommy gun'll tear your
