let them win. My gun is my identity. A job was offered it seemed so good, a chance to be rid of this neighbourhood. She took the chance and took the gun
hit the dirt, i was on the run The son of a gun and a switchblade Got my uzi lying on my bed stand I made napalm in my sink Pipe-bomb in my pants pocket
man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried
it look like baby?) Hi haters (Throw dirt on my shoulders like I'm dead) Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Got my.. Street Fiddadidadam I got my
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest
me run in the buildin No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin Walkin past offices I see my son in the buildin Last album on the wall
mention Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon Come with plastic smile and dem wicked intention Inna ya hand, is where dem put dem evil invention Turn gun
we get nothing I look for work and get my feelings hurt They got my back against the wall And my dick is in the DIRT... [Luke "Skyywalker" Campbell -
through the whole hood, follow me I got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin
fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my
do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my
friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta
gas smack cracks out my gun ball Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes Cause money makes Earth what it's working hurt Doing dirt they spit
: No it don't fuckin matter, We gonna do it my way, From here on now it's my way, [Chorus:] 187 in moatin, Hammer cocked when I'm coastin, (yeah) 187
: [Chorus:] Nigga, my gun go off You see the barrell turnin' You feel the hollows burnin' Nigga now you learnin' Nigga, my gun go off Call it attempted
what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on