lames, niggas with bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your
leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face
Just like life, guns and roses Life is all about guns and roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, guns and roses More guns
dat yo' chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours [Ludacris - Verse 2] Now your
the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies
Buzz with the shotgun ? All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud We 7:30 livewires Unplug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame
if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset ? dick in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet! You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your
her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight
, nigga I'm spending Euros Ferrari got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you like Come up out your hood
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it I have the savoir faire I'm the reason everybody here I say get up! I make it hot, I make it hot in here Your
out the club we out front with the Ruegers out Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah [
no question, the master Villain in black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from every direction Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection
knockin' on Heaven's door Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door Mama put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That cold black cloud is comin' down
can't hide I'm dumpin' my trash in your back yard Makin' certain you don't notice really isn't so hard You're so busy with your guns and all of your
for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down
P [Hook] [Andre 3000] Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga trying to impress God We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your
the trigger You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams No weapon formed against prospers 54:17 From Isaiah lay a nigga down and
is, "Oh boy" Look, mami, I'm no good, I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers, sober, then leave after it's over Killa, I'm not your companion or your man