Run so grab a mutha fuckin gun (Repeated) Now I'm straight thuggin', straight mean muggin' You best tell ya mutha fuckin' homeboy to stop buggin' 'cause I'll pistol
is how we grind Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga That Hennessey'll keep me keyed nigga Everywhere I go niggaz holla at
yeaaah (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey) Do it all away, do it all away baby ... [Verse 2] I wake up early in the morning, at the crack of dawn
's so strong Thinking of a drinking song the honkytonk will do Making another breaking bone your favorite ingenue This the distant dawn This the distant dawn
'm addicted to sherm, all my problems got me chasing a high But I don't cry, since mama lift me I've been waiting to die Looking at my partners when they
the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west. He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
tissue shit Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit I hit you niggaz where it hurt at Where you little niggaz they dirt at Where they pump they work at
Now I'm breathin inhalein' for the first time Heart beatin keepin' the rhythym as I rhyme And I can't take a second cause it ain't mine to take from dawn
married once And thought of as the only one And as she looked back on the chances That she'd passed up at home Well she quietly dumped her pistol in
light shine bright, when we creep at night With red eyes and bad sight, cause we don't sleep at night I'm from the side known for jacking, placking and pistol
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol
yellin' and wailin'. I went unconscious from the stompin'. Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin. And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn
crime We've turned every stone and for all our inventions In matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols
round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks I'm a have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol
the streets of London With one thing on my mind Got a passport labelled fun Of the interactive kind But first I found some cats And they were howling at
a drag, the way your flag had to come down, with one of the above. America, so ferociously in bloom. But pistols at dawn can only work for so long. Curved
Sing news with passion of the pistol Sing news of the warning by the whistle On a night so dark in the waning A dawn obscured by slight sky raining, oh
Did you forget what you came in for? Still shaking the rain off Fresh from the storm So we saved up the good stuff And scrapped for the liferaft Pistols at dawn