but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun
Traduzione: Ice-T. Big Gun.
she carries a big gun. Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun
dumped off, leaving niggas bumped off Always trying to get the hook up, leaving your girl shook up Women breaking my pager, phone line you can't look up We had ice
't for the ice, the streets'll get burned Why the hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show
re just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that you're really
double my dough and keepin my game tight Shoppin spree cop a key re-up the same night Yo Killa I don't think they readin my name right Cause it don't
baby Chinchilla, makes my jackets baby I don't wanna get cash, from rapping crazy I'm gutter I grind, stop acting crazy Capping on wax, ain't really
I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him Ya heard me? {50 you tough} Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn't enough Ya
the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don't touch the
[Chorus 2x] Don't make (Don't make) Me Kill (Me kill) No motherfucking body in here (in here) I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Three shots (Three shots) Somebody
t have no wheels to go get it M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big
Scratches:] What i mean is basically there's no-one The hunt on emcees brings investigation This goes out to all you ugly rappers Pretty rappers, big
(What I mean is basically there's no one The hunt for an MC brings investigation) This goes to all you ugly rappers, pretty rappers Big city rappers
With needles in they arm I seen your mom at her prom, she was the bomb I seen big Porter get robbed out No doubt, I seen my pops get puffed out Ice and
[Verse One: Akinyele] I swing swords like musketeers, the gun blaze Lay you down like wave, when you brushin your hair I don't care who you are and get
torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put
if this war was won he would return home and never again draw his gun but when it come to Fam you can't ignore the streets the poor can't afford to sleep
