(Feat. The Game) [Katt Williams and The Game: talking] Oh pimpin that's the Young Guns. I love the Young Guns. Shit me too nigga. Wait a minute, pimpin
We are the rising stars?this hopeful generation We?re young guns shooting for the prize And our hearts are full of blood?ready just waiting to burst
[Master P] Yo Los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high y'all check out the Young Guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four
357 magnum. 9mm handgun. A-K 47 and an UZI sub machine gun. You see it on TV, you know it looks cool. All these actors going around killing thousands
remember Young guns never grow old Hold your fire, cool your temper Young guns ever too bold Hold your fire, just remember Young guns never grow old Young guns never grow old Young guns
're here And you're there Well there's guys like you just everywhere Looking back on the good old days? Well this young gun says CAUTION PAYS! [Chorus:] Young Guns
Get out your guns it's time to start a fight Whoa, and it won't take too long I want to make it right Just tell me that you feel the call It's so wonderful
I walk these streets with bloodied hands Looking for the peace I've lost Buried in the sand we live our lives On front lines We are all at war with time
I'm always on the run From all the things I've never done But I can never escape Fluid in my lungs I've been treading water for so long You burn the
I was told when I was young, That I could one day hold the world right as it spun, But now it seems as though I've made a mess of everything I've ever
Shadow I cast, well, it weighs more than my soul. And it's the only proof that I am here at all. I will comfortably invite you if you promise to accept
Seems I'm exposed, Split in two a fault line cut right through me, Between my heart and my feet, There's an apathy that I can't find my way around,
A notion cold as the night air Starts within in my head Spreads like ink right through my veins All of our kings are dead I am not a scholar and I don
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to lament the loss of honesty to the art of saving face of vanity and opacity a generation lost beneath the
