Letras:
Gun Barrel Is You

We need gun control [2] The barrel of a gun at the back of your head Your money or your life is all that he said Do you want to die or live to be old

locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops

soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun. So now you

a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran

look at that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun

a killing machine Can you hear your mother crying Can you see your father die Can you walk away from children Dying facedown in the dirt But if you break the code of silence You

Come creep in the barrel bitch if you test my hood, It'll be your loss, even if you bring your clik, Get tossed and it'd do you no good, Can't fuck wid

gotta make that money man It's still the same Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see For the dub you

to get lit up. #1 best at duckin', with' the gun already buckin'. We split up. Bust a left on the double-glock and, the fiends roll up for rocks, and is