Letras:
Up Front A Boy And His Gun

) we're always running from your gun and always ducking when we hear your bullets spray from the gun that goes bang and boom and another body hits

turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And

and pollutin' your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And

date rape drug Gimme his watch and his chain We not the same, he a lame He want pussy I'm bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a

like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause

caught Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww) Get him up, and get up, The bullets they start to get lit up, Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun

throw me a bone and this play boy goin break ya heard This playboy he getts crunk bring that bang up in the trunk witha nick nack paddy wack throw me a bone and

town where when you hit a red light you don't stop Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top When an off-duty cop snuck up on him

of a man about to blow his fuckin' brains out Fall back with a blood stained blouse on top of his spouse Spread out on a blood stained couch In front of his