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
Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run with killers that sick in the head Unless you missing what's said Start nailing and pissing
his gun Chorus Well I'd rather die like donahue That bush-ranger so brave Than be taken by the government And forced to walk in chains Well I'd rather fight
fight, a bet, the flange of a bow The bed of the well, the end of the line The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
From the Album: * The naked truth Used to be a young gun Out on the hard streets Getting high on crystal Drinking scotch and smoking weed Daddy's wish
And The Mighty Right Under I?ll Take The One With The Hunger I?ll Take The One With The Hunger Some Had To Fight Tooth And Nail Just To Get This Far Struggle
'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
Damn). Raise the white flag, I'm chargin up the hill, nail in the coffin, I'm inpossible to kill, I'm your worst nightmare, the reeper in the flesh, its a fight
, is it worth yo' life? No, it's a cold, cold, cold world You can't be playing games with my life I've gotta fight to survive, fight to stay alive Aiyo
I bite my nails until they bleed. I close my eyes, I disappear. She was my heroin; she was my love and hate. She was perfection in a pill that takes me
to sleep on a bed of nails You were so smart covered up your trails Your mouth is dry and your life is stale You always have a gun if all else
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes As re enforcements for the fight
Out on the plains it gets linely Sometimes I feel homely New faces New towns no one knows me Guns cocked in my holster U see my face in each town nailed