Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Much Guns in Town, artist - Anthony B.
Date of issue: 18.11.2011
Song language: English
To Much Guns in Town |
Ohh, ohh |
M-16, AK-47, pump rifle, desert eagle |
All home made one to |
Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town |
All in front, ah, station man, ah, shot man down |
Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town |
All in front, ah, station man, ah, shot man down |
'Cause they’ve got |
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet |
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet |
There was a little boy |
Once upon a time |
Who in spite his young age |
Small size knew his mind |
For every copper penny |
And clothes he would find |
Making wish for better days |
And for all time for no more |
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet |
He grew up to be a worker |
Did turn in to succeed |
Made a life for himself |
Free from worry wants and needs |
With nobody to share his life with |
With nobody to keep him warm |
At night when he go to sleep |
He sleep alone with his |
Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet |
He struggled all his life |
Just to be an honest man |
Proud of the dirt in his palm, the soil of the land |
Some guys I knew from my school days |
Said they had a plan |
To get rich to quick |
They had to bound to me, Lawd |
He decided to drive a car |
He decided to carry a gun |
To take the biggest risk of all |
Prove his loyalty to his friends |
He decided to tell his wife |
Things would soon turn around |
Said a little boy is dead |
A man stand wid him now, Lawd |