and yea - yea Is it your truth Is it my truth Man it's clear You're in a better position Is it really worth To live for you Or aren't you for real Just
soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun. So now you
is what its like, to live you life behind, the barrel of a gun. (i watched you fall apart) (ive waited from the start) to be the one to catch you on
for the pill to take My empty existence is killing me My views on life are so narrow It's like shooting fish in the barrel Grab the gun but I still miss
Cent] Tell me how do you want it: - the knife or the razor? You running? I'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save
niggas look at that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun
thing, BANG! One man gang, Boy you get the best of me, you better burn the rest of me, (yeah!) Chef needs a specialty, you wanna hear the recipe? (ugh
One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you
a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran
the last time This is hood life Baby girl, if you don't know, this is the hood life This is hood life [Masta Killa:] Son died with the gun on his waist
you coincidently grow up with And you get this illusion of friendship You know what I'm saying man But as you get older You notice, you notice people
Ah Ground Expect De White Car Is Ah Bike Dat Ah Come Red Light Glock Ah Come. Dem Have Lot A Gun Nobody Fi Press It Up, Buss The Slug Back Barrel Pan
m lots of fun I'm your gun I'm your gun, gun, gun Rub my barrel Straight and narrow Dress up like a nun I'm your gun I'm your gun, gun, gun Load my clip
forward i stumble and crawl in ash i put a gun barrel to my temple you can spit in my eyes you can stop my scream but you can?t wreck anything
'd hate to watch you cry Your love is the barrel of a gun so tell me am I on the right end I could be nothing but a memory to you Don't let this memory
I looked for trouble and found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman?s gun I?d try to run but I don?t think I can If I move I?m a dead man Ain