down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town, son Leave your guns at home, Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and
juice So niggas beware Flesh is out of the doomster I'm down and needed the test and the clown Niggas around me they get down Was housing the nigga
on You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on Its about to go down it's the low down Go on and spread the word we about to have a ho down It's
open up a park Just closed 10 schools, we don't need 'em Can you please call the Fire Department? They're down here marching for freedom Burn down ATV
of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
show ya cats how to bus yall guns, hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb, dont play with me, you know i spray the heat, The A.K. gun niggas down
don't care The circle of life trying to make it square condition And self sit still And Still.. where have all the sheep gone Burnt down the farm and
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands
The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The ghost moon
a trample over jungle Trample down a TG, rema man we a talk to All rema man unuh fi cool an unuh fi humble Put down all di guns an leave di chain an
I touch down and keep bringing it to they head Hell, naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself 'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns
wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a islamic farm So I pack enough
really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye the rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough
down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town son leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and
beam of a flashlight falls on Ugly. A Farmer has ensnared Ugly in his net and threatens to turn the duck into his family?s Sunday roast. When the Farmer
Some breathe gangsta shit We dream of gangsta shit I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm 'Bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms Now give
of a million people sitting down Hip to hip Lip to lip Free your love Free love Free love Singing I won't go to war Lay down your guns What
guns to town. Son, leave your guns at home. Bill, don't take your guns to town." He sang a song as on he rode, his guns hung at his hips. He rode