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gun - t h e l o n i u s lyrics

life is like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder/ little n-ggas running around town doin big numbers/ aks and semis rifles and jimmys/ bad boys who sip remy out a dirty juice box/ ofcourse they smoke weed its in his tubesocks/ naw he ain’t got no money but he got 2 glocks/ and 3 extra clips in his nike box/ he down for that action call it satisfaction / he get his own meals cause his momma don’t pay bills/ unless she leave the house wearing heels/ searching the thrill of it /in smiths tryna steal some sh-t / yo lil homie on some filthy sh-t/ blame it on that gangster rap that taught him how to bubble crack/ ogs black cadillacs/ pimpin white hoes and smoke weed for their cataracts/ the rest is just some rowdy facts/ the whole world is pitch black like sp-ce rap/ kids wit guns tryna figure where your safe at/ run up in the place where safe at and change that …..

1:20 americas got kids with guns and they all shooting just to be number 1

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ooovaae its more drama everyday scratching numbers off of guns load em up and let em spray/ when i’m alone in my room sometimes i sit and pray/ and remenese my cousin al i wish he got away
the police they didn’t like him and his ghetto ways they sent up north for 1,000 days i promised him this song would get 1,000 plays he didn’t have no comasary on a rainy day that’s no emotions shhhhh… them kids wit guns approaching blame it on the government that’s probably what provoked them gangster rap and gold ropes young folks wit no hope you view the whole world thru a microscope while i’m glaring at it thru my kaleidoscope welcome to rally folks i’m the antidope you probably seen me throwing up the north in all of my cameos/ i’m top shelf you should put me next to where your grammys go/ kids with guns armed to the t–th ready to rebel this is h-ll tossing bodies down the water well / fabricating it into the worlds greatest slaughter tale my mom told me to be good cause its hot in h-ll and that’s exactly how your father fell i can’t help it i was born rotn aswell oh well who gone stop us now…

hook- americas got kids wit guns

- t h e l o n i u s lyrics

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