| No one held a gun
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| What you lying for?
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| Then tell me how somebody got left lyin cold
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| Heard the .45s let go
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| Next week somebody ridin slow
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| Kno: It’s hard to get em to freeze
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| 123 degrees and the breeze is full of glass particles that blast hard at you
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| Show us ya hands and show us the plans
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| The weapons biological so show us the cans
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| We got a tip from snitches for ballistic positions
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| Don’t wanna listen, we puttin these missle tips in ya kitchen
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| We got the ether for haditha, the sutures for fallujah
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| State police force suits and boots in ya future
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| Won’t loosen the nooses, put ya dick in the ground
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| Chief of police is tired of all this rovin and dickin around
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| Goose chasin like ridiculous clowns
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| But the american public’s lustin an evil puppet so fuck it
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| He says he has a wallet, i say he has a gun
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| Reagan gave him both back in 1981
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| Now we back with a badge just to grab all the funds
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| Buckin 41 at you and your sons
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| Yeah
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| Sheisty Khrist: They got the eye of jesus
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| Sittin on the skies of giza
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| They lie and freeze us in our time of leisure
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| Hermaphra, a bush and dick on every condoleezza
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| Nigga, y’all eye the skeezers i eye the caesars
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| And i ain’t talkin bout the place you play blackjack
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| But the cia headquarters where they make the crack at
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| The cia headquarters where they make the gats at
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| The real school of rock crack, fuck that cracker jack black
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| Police force got tenacious d, pull you over for your plates
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| Place an eighth of c, that eighth of c will have you placed on the sea
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| Alcatraz or guantanamo, achin to see
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| They lock you up in a cell with no lights in it
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| Feed a nigga white bread with no fuckin life in it
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| No toilet bowl, just a hole so you can wipe in it
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| A tormented soul till you grow old and ripe in it
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| Play your hand till the right suit fold
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| Bin laden got bush in a knight suit mode
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| Most niggas that i know like the nike swoosh gold
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| Wipin 20 inch vogues on a white coupe Olds
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| Diallo, 41 shots 19 hits
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| In a dark hallway make the light seem lit
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| I guess they saw a rapist on white cream tits
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| Don’t pull ya wallet out nigga, run
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| These motherfuckers got guns |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun , by - CunninLynguists. Song from the album Dirty Acres, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп