grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why
grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why are
guns, its all in good fun. We're making 'em run, making 'em run. Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand. I think its time we said
your guns, its all in good fun. We're making 'em run, making 'em run. Why should I feel bad, I'm the one with the gun in my hand. I think its time we
This is America And we are Americans (SSHHH) I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two Nina's under my jeans either side of my penis under my
it all in my soul It's Soul Music -It's deep down in my soul Feel the Burn I can see I got a good foundation deep down in my soul -Its deep down in my
the fuck are they foolin’? Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what’s under my
hard, runnin' your mouth Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my
the table for my kids All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle
hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick,
the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] I been trying to gather my niggas
's they worst nightmare Gimme mines right here, dark skin, curly hair Soul man, African-American I don't mind your kid starin at my dude, dancin to my
the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knifework like a guillotine sword cutting Niggaz stop fronting for my
that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my
, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by the park, under stone, under pine There's a carcass of my brother
live This is America and we are Americans I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two Nina's under my jeans either side of my penis Under my
lives are to the justice system I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns
