side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here?s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns You
Traducere: Guess Who. Guns Guns Arme.
off Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who
the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess
a genocide Plus I?m dangerous, soul no more feels painless And you know hat you tell them niggas who can?t touch you You grab your nuts and say mothafuck you You invited, got guns
. Plus I'm dangerous, soul no more feels painless. And you know hat you tell them niggas who can't touch you. You grab your nuts and say motha fuck you. You invited. Got guns
(describe a guest is a faithful cheater)? Ain't no rings on ya finger, is we fuckin' or what? Pack a overnight bag and steal your man's truck. She told me "Guns
box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name a nigga under The same sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I
It's going down, basement Friday, the 13th, guess who's playing Jason? Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy It's nightmare on Elm Street and guess who
, walk with the lama Come on, party people my style is terrific, My write is prolific, but let's be specific ... specialize in music, I specialize selling guns
Leslie It's going down, basement, Friday 13th guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm street and guess who
my guns in my momma name And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name in my momma name?guns in my momma name And since my case, I got my guns in
to it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, rain Till the sun come out A nigga playin', playin' We make the guns come out Now, my question is Who
all fall down Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price? Money green or proletarian gray Selling guns
The chatta nigga choo choo? Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route
say tricks are for kids, most chicks woulda slid But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids Who
Thugs niggas Thinkin' I told you but we put it down like that And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it And keep on movin, guess who's back
