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Houston Calls Behind The Gun

in it. My mind goes by the minute Whether I wanna see how this ends. If we can start again when we want to Then why are we always behind the gun? If

O.-ooo-oooh [I'ma C.E.O., I'ma suffer for a D.E.O.) I'm not a criminal! [Chamillionaire} Call up Universal, tell 'em open up the vault And tell 'em that

rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call

to see my daughter grown up and paid Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news That's why, I'ma hide behind

rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call

lickin shots off [Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (***** what about your

was calling her, obsessed Computer love scrub, think you safe behind a desk Like we won't call Redman and get your address Yeah, yeah, we got a problem, Houston

to see my daughter grown up and paid Besides, I don't need nobody calling Sandra Or Dorothy Mathews, about me and this bad news That's why, I'ma hide behind

rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call