| Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood
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| Raised in the pJ’s where real niggaz are thugs
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| Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood
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| Comin' to a theatre near you, it’s all love
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| I make Mussolini wear a Kufi
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| I talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holdin' his hoochie
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| Pant through curtains, who will I murder?
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| Pearl silencer screw 'em up I burner
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| .44 caliber, the new Nat Turner
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| I make Hitler wear a Yarmelke
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| KKK, celebrate Kwanzaa, shit should I pursue further?
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| I’m like Tutankhamen, with the tools of my garment
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| Put a few on my cartridge, the Moon and Stars lit
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| Light up the hood it looks like a techno club
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| We slam dance to this music when the Tec blows slug
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| It’s ghetto thugs, welfare and poor education
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| And gang love sit in the federal waitin'
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| Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood
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| Raised in the pJ’s where real niggaz are thugs
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| Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood
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| Comin' to a theatre near you, it’s all love
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| What did Malcolm think, split second 'fore he was shot?
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| Did he think to hit the deck on the floor, before he dropped?
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| Or did he just say «Fuck it, I’ma die for my brothers»
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| 'Cause by killin' him, just made his words teach others
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| Like Martin Luther King, he preached peace
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| They still got him, like the West-East beef
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| Finally that shit is rotten
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| Place your self in the shoes of a people’s leader
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| From drug kingpin to president, either is off the meter
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| Your best man can turn to the squeezer
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| Burn you and leave ya, beside alone on the road
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| Or inside a meat freezer
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| That’s the way it goes on the third rock from the Sun
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| Alone circlin' the light where we begun
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| Where we become, a follower to a general
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| With soldiers to run, they move off every word of ya tounge
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| Feelings are ruthless, when you was young pullin' ya gun
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| Not scared to shoot shit, remember it was all in the fun
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| Is this the power you wanted? |
| Can you control over a hundred minds?
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| And these are grown men, who’ve killed over a hundred times
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| Every champ team has a arch rival
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| And it takes one time to mess up and niggaz don’t like you
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| You start to want peace, niggaz want you deceased
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| Your money low, niggaz want you to go
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| Who else but I can bring the most hauntin' flow (Nas)
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| You’re soon to see the best of me
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| From a boy, man, to a king, hear out my destiny
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| Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood
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| Raised in the pJ’s where real niggaz are thugs
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| Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood
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| Comin' to a theatre near you, it’s all love
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| When my families at stake, I think at how much slender I’ll take
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| Then I sit back and watch tapes on Alexander the Great
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| Start studyin' on how he bloodied men
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| I think of rappers I’ma massacre
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| Metal armor cover my skin, take me to war, fuck y’all
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| Priest is Ivan the Terrible, stare in my eyes, unbearable
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| You collide with the general
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| surround me like the Most High surrounded by _
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| Who would of imagine the illest collabo, Priest and Nas are incredible
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| He spits Ether, I spit Urantia, described by how you Devil’s move
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| Scream on Emcees as I recount my pedestal
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| Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood
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| Raised in the pJ’s where real niggaz are thugs
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| Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood
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| Comin' to a theatre near you, it’s all love |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun for Gun, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Offering, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп