him on 'Cos man made the gun Man shapes your son Man, man Man made it, man made it Man made the gun Man shapes the son Man made the gun Man shapes
contemplating on 'cos man made the gun man shapes the son man made the gun while there is evil in this world we try to save our boys and girls man made
Translation: Simply Red. Man Made The Gun.
man made the bomb that doesn't mean that we should turn them on or ever yearn him on 'cos man made the gun man shapes the son man made it man made it
a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the
shit who am I to tell anyone I'm telling you it take nothing new up under the sun You got your gun fuck your gun if you goin' run when they chase you
heezy man I get so slick and greezy man All my strips pop like a greasy pan Cut shit, throw short, like easy man Believe me, you need to come see me man
come back again mountains made of human skulls the bodies buried in their holes the product of a genocidal mind blackened sky with burning red all the
man My coke make smokers have a seizure man A chick will see my hand and leave her man Gimme the keys to her beamer like I'm Beenie Man You see me man
to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of
(feat. Buddha Bless, Icarus, Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa,) [Intro: Movie sample] Hey wait a minute, man, what about me? Hey wait a minute, y'all got
