Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun
Survival comes when we annihilate Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Nailed to the gun Paranoia, termination sickness zeros good
Перевод: Борьбы. Прибивают к Gun (Live).
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
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
's not guilty your honor 'Cause I can rock it all kinds of live ways Like my man Dennis Miller does it on Fridays I get closer than the Nine Inch Nails
Still wandering Keeping my sanity But they won't let me dream to live or live to dream I'm still envisioning I'm singing to herd of thousands
up like rice and peas (Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last 'bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to
same for me We do it well click niggas like nails Catch cases skip bells, I lie 'fore I chitel, die in the sitel Pop gun with the shitel, fuck a bitch
to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live Catch me heal me lift
's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light? And what you know about them gun fights
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house
s tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights
Ate up like rice and peas (Herb, can you fight?) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to
for that nature Do forty hours a week, slaving for that paper I'm try'nna make an honest living, it's not much And you hide behind ya gun and badge, thinking
She said the world paints a picture, that makes her wanna run Pull the stars out of the sky and load them into her gun Live wire, broken and it's taken
it ease my mind Some of them are dead, and some are still living But Imma hurt 'em every chance that I'm given I hit em with the nail gun, or the stun gun