Gun Lyrics

(hook)
Noone held a gun
What you lying for? Then tell me how somebody got left lying cold
Heard the 45's let go
Next week somebody riding slow
Gun, What you lying for? Then tell me how somebody got left lying cold
Somebody that you or I must know
Next week somebodys ridin slow

(verse 1 - Kno)
Its hard to get em to freeze
123 degrees and the breeze is full of glass particles that blast hard at you
So show us your hands and show us the plans
The weapons biological so show us the cans
We got a tip from snitches for ballistic positions
Don't wanna listen we puttin this missle tips in ya kitchen
We got the ether for Haditha, the sutures for Fallujah
State police force suits and boots is in ya future
Won't loosen the nooses, put ya dick in the ground
Chief of police is tired of all this Rovin and Dickin around
Goose chasin like ridiculous clowns
But the American publics lustin a evil puppet so f*ck it
He says he has a wallet, I say he has a gun
Reagan gave him both back in 1981
Now we back with a badge just to grab all the funds
Buckin 41 at you and your sons
Yeah

(verse 2 - Sheisty Khrist)
They got the Eye of Jesus Sittin on the skies of Giza
They lie and freeze us in our time of leisure
Hermaphra, a Bush and Dick on every Condaleezza
Nigga, yall eye the skeezers, I eye the Ceasars
And I ain't talkin bout the place you play Jack Black
But CIA headquarters where they make the crack at
The CIA headquarters where they make the gats at
They real School of Rock crack, f*ck that cracker Jack Black
Police force got Tenacious D, pull you over for your plates
Place an eighth of c, that eighth of c will have you placed on the sea
Alcatraz or Guantranamo, aching to see/ They lock you up in a cell with no lights in it
Feed a nigga white bread with no f*cking life in it
No more toilet bowl, just a hole so you can wipe in it
A tormented soul till you grow old and ripe in it
Play your hand till the right suit fold
Bin Laden got Bush in a Knight suit mode
Most niggas that I know like the Nike swoosh gold
wipin'20 inch vogues on a white coupe Olds
Diallo, 41 shots 19 hits
In a dark hallway make the light seem lit
I guess they saw I rapist on white cream tits
Don't pull your wallet out nigga, nigga run
These muthaf*ckas got guns

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