Lyrics:
Gun Better Days

I'm there You can catch me in the middle of that field like a scarecrow Only difference is that I'm never scared I'm tired of the cloudy days I'm wishing

Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better

then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days

'cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin' 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is lunch meat And I know I can be better than this

? And let you know your baby boy ain't doin' so tough Even though you passed, goin' on four long years Still wakin' up late at night cryin' tears Just thinkin' about those days

, empty your pockets Watches, jewels and you'll be safe I snatched the clerk up by her neck Put the gun in her mouth and said "Bitch, you better move

the light... (and tomorrow we) See the light that shines... (and tomorrow we) [Krayzie Bone] Well, we still looking for better days Hoping tomorrow can bring us some bigger and better

I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, better burn, then

I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the drumroll You know, wherever I go the gun go [