Lyrics:
who would put down his guns
So, Jenny, would you write me a song
David, David here I wrote you a song
His daughters he'd had one or two, they left
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
Delly ghetto whiskey
Gangsta for lifeeee (Mavado) gun playyy
Portmore to Cassava Piece!
How yuh see di sun rise (Ak's and 45's)
Same so di K mek
the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can't do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case
I'll be by your side (general)
We got these niggas, fucking cockroaches
You want to go to war
Sweet dancing, you're there right by
(By your
down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we
like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Riding by myself cuz I don't trust no one
I need less friends
I need more guns
Riding by myself cuz I don't trust no one
I need less friends
I need
Collateral damage
In the culture of the gun
John Lennon and Tupac Shakur
Too many songs remained unsung
Kurt Cobain lies unexplained
Slain by his own shotgun
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
Put tha guns down where tha love at
All this life you aint even lived yet
RIP to my potnas in tha war zone
They out there dying for they country
it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop
matter to me they both (jam)
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in-between,
Gun shot sounds click clack bang bang
Another black man in the streets been slaine
Cops dont care cause its all in vain just bang bang
From gang bang
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