'm gonna get me a gun Gonna get me a gun Gonna get me, get me, get me a gun Gonna get I'm gonna get me a gun I'm gonna get me a gun
Now you search for love In this world tonight And you run And you hide There's a fire In your eyes And I say life Is like a long road With open arms
we play A different kind of game But then how would you explain Your constant lack of motion It's time to become you Pick up and start again Make up a
't you just get a gun Why don't you just get a gun Why don't you just get a gun Why don't you just get a gun
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun Sink load and fire till the empire Reaps what they've sown Shoot shoot shoot till their minds are open
, sweating, whining and regretting You're making a scene but it's gonna get you caught Meet me in the barrel and tell me that you love me Yes, this is a
seem to stop Snorting blue collar gak from a black hooker's arse The mirrorball's starting to rock The mirrorball's starting to rock Snorting blue collar gak from a
go now to dip my toe into the waters of extremity. how fast can i swim at the barrel of a gun, at the point of a question? so hey! here's to petersburg
with the top down, baby, she flies Run, run with the fury of the saint in her eyes Run, run, hide your cha-cha, baby, she goes With blond hair and a gun
with her top down baby, she flies Run, run with the fury of the saint in her eyes Run, run hide your cha-cha, baby she goes With blonde hair and a gun
mind or their fist, they put a gun in it Wanna be a part of a clique, don't know who's running it Tragedy on top of tragedy you know it's killing me.
bitch and send her body back to yo' ass A-a-and we don't want no problems O-okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, Big Kane on the beat
are crisis, they scream in high pitch Gun cock, pause And I'm well aware of the gun laws Tell 'em that I'm running for the top, Forbes Headed to the top
a course through your home, bustin' a U Screaming at the top of my lungs, "You fucking with who?" Picture me not being that hustler dude Picture the Benz, a
rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun
m a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya
in the slums kinda hungry On my right where my gun going be Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me Member when niggas used to run from me All of a sudden
with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I'm a "Top Gun" like Gossett Run and get your CD and
