| guns in your section guns in your scene
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| guns in the air get the loot take the cream
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| Pakistan Africa Chi-town Oakland
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| guns by the cop make a mama dream broken
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| blood on the dance floor drama at the school
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| shots from the glock show a crack in the cool
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| everybody drop everbody drop
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| and nobody safe suburbs to the block
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| you hear the gun cock click call it bloody murder
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| chalk’s on the street from the beef no burgers
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| words so dead up the gun clappin
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| back in the day used to settle with the scrappin
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| John Wayne Rambo gangland hooligans
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| presidential military war Afghanistan
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| blood for the power gun protect scene
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| bullets from the barrel for a barrel gasoline
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| we fiend for the glock semi auto double gauge
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| gun death no breath gone from grenades
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| gun for revenge body full of malice
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| daddy got a gun gotta protect the palace
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| junior got the strap guess who got the juice now
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| used to be a herb now words got a new style
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| crazy conflict licking off shots
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| couple in the air you can scare the whole block
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| guns
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| CHORUS
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| dirt on his heels wind on his back
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| laughter silenced from the police strap it went
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| dirt on her heels wind on her back
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| laughter silenced by the drone attack it went
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| VERSE 2.
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| playing with her dolls her brother laying on the ground
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| laughter the only sound until they heard the sirens
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| the scream from her mama people lost up in the panic
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| playing coming to an end and somehow its systematic
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| a tragic way to end the day she turned up on her heels
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| she stopped to see her brother finding cover in the hills
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| she looked up in the sky and seeing what’s about to happen
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| her innocence immediately lost she seen the passion
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| her papa on her knees what she saw
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| he said he said protect my family inshallah
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| and then the first bomb second bomb third bomb hit
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| her father gone mama gone brother gone sits
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| in the rubble of her home dolls in her hand
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| drone flew away alone with no fam
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| victim of the politics and victim of the media
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| and military mix up to bomb the wrong area
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| CHORUS
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| dirt on his heels wind on his back
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| laughter silenced from the police strap it went
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| dirt on her heels wind on her back
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| laughter silenced by the drone attack it went
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot
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| buck buck buck buck
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| booyaka shot |