Letras:
Script Bullet From A Gun

Uh, ha, yo ,yo) All I know is dope slangin' and gang bangin' Inglewood Cali swangin' and hood hangin' I'm a ghetto nigga, saggin', starched and creased Wit everythang fa' sale from a ki to a

lines From their sweet surfaced mouths She strokes the gun, feel how it's warm Got a mouthful dirt and razors It'll cut right through last month's flavour With a

a slug in your ass while you jump the fence Another young black man just caught a case Not from 'Texa-mase' From gettin' funky like a staircase Buck

Let me hear it! [Reporters] The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, they both reached For the gun For the gun [Billy Flinn] A little louder! [Reporters

Where I'm from Where I'm from Where you from Where you from [Chorus] Where I'm from, only strong niggaz live where I'm from Where I'm from, only hard

bout a nigga gon kill 'im, gon kill 'im, light it and let me hit it, i bust it at a fuckin nigga right at him with a pistol or a lyric, now you caught

shit From day one I knew that I'll be on some ol' lye shit [Verse 4:] The audity prodigy, A whiff while I myth and a sniff off a E&J fifth The cosmos

than morse Sounds like (noise) And needle points bullet shoot through a horse So of course I'm leavin niggas dead like a corpse (Gun shot then a pause

with me and them bullets will be movin' quick as Sonic I'm hangin' out the window like a nigga finna vomit Gin and tonic gun sound like an ashtray hit a