him a gun to play with it was his favourite toy. They bought some brave tin soldiers and he thought it all such fun. To shoot those brave tin soldiers with his little wooden gun
dont be what those haters want me to be Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood Cinderella with
vibe, you just a pussy if it slides So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood
and remembered it forever like a promise now here we are wearing hatred on our masks lets carry on put on yer eggs inside that basket swing it round until that wooden
what niggaz be sayin' Now you don't wanna fight But ya niggaz be playin' Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road And you gonna know the night When you layin in that cold Dirt
] It's Judgement Day "you know what I'm sayin, if any one got sick" "30 day 61 [Verse 1: Six Two] Total choas, Outlast, mass confusion Dead woods is
gun?" (Gotta get away Gotta get away, run) [VERSE 3] Chained against the wall like a wild beast This smelled like the dirt of police They said, "Give up the gun
bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad [Fiend] Bring it where the dirt lies cause I was
give a fuck what I sell out with a gun motherfucker [Verse 3 - Black Child] I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood Pop up on your block, with
Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency I'm in the kitchen wood chilled with
me, but nigga i'm a riot By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned
they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection Gun's for that nigga that
a goat. And a big hole remained at the bottom of our craft, as it began to sink, the robo-creatures laughed. Then out of the woods came more robots
broken worlds, the sooner you will need A gun. 'Cause you're dancing dirt into the snow while others look at you on show. You're dancing dirt into the
Yallin out a long stunt A punksta a pussy A jay cat a woosie A hunded? dolla bill a tootsie Flippin is the turnover Ta truck is to run ova? The man is the gun
the third floor Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw "So where's the gun
hill like Lauren, Killing 'Em Soft' What you grillin' me for? Kept my name good, we from the same hood Made some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
bizis layin dead But it's a fact if you pack nigga bust back Neva run throw our gun unless you fall rat Hoo wooda sed that it wooda helped anyway Wit
