- Rappin 4-Tay Lay Ya Gunz Down 歌詞
- Rappin 4-Tay
- I be poppin' this game with the most infamous
Riders who be frontin' *****t *****s known for killin' *****t Out on the run with your gun Mr. Smith 'n Wesson makin' major connection Stressin' but you pack protection Dear Lord I'm prayin' In whatever direction they out to get me Stop breakin' laws for the cause haters out to kill me Look what I'm facin' retaliation who's the man Takin' out your anger but there's victim of circumstancers Like little kids and brothas 'n sistas 'n cuzzins But you don't give a ***** cause you keep blowin 'em up Spreadin 'n buckin 'em Now what's your contribution life in an institution Them guns you're usin ' in this game got us brothas losin' everythang And it's lookin' bad for the home team Sometimes a gang'll have you caught up wit them tripple beams No, never be a punk I'm coughin' off this chronic smoke I know you ain't no joke You's a ***** when you smoke your folks [Chorus: x2] Brothas are dyin' and bullets are flyin' And mommas are cryin' Mutha*****a put them guns down Babies are dyin' and mommas are cryin' Because the bullets keep flyin' Mutha* ****a lay dem guns down (lay dem guns down) [Verse 2:] They say it takes a man to walk away but ***** that So you's a man because you pack a .9 millami to Gat That *****t is old who you wanna impress all your friends **** the hammer back [?] stuck in the pen That's what they want playa Can't you see it's clear they *****ppin' them guns just like that coke so we can spray It takes a fool to learnthe devil loves nobody Plus the trigga's got no heart, man ***** a autopsy We ripped off I'm pissed off my people's fallin' off Tryin' to get a reputation find him with his head off in a ditch So ain't that 'bout a ***** found out he was a snitch So they kicked to the norch and never did a liquor time That's why I spit these rhymes so hopefully You can see the game is quick to hypnotise your mind And if you let it you'll gettin' caught up Thought he had your back but when the drama took place Them fools was up now picture that [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3:] Who can you trust when they buckin' up 'n down your block Cause 911 is just a joke full of crooked cops Nightstalkers creepin' thru your back [?] but it be for real , man That's just what them guns for Cause it ain't no tellin' Gots to always keep escape routes Convicts and felons ain't the only fools Takin 'em out for good punk I wish you would I hope I'm understood because them funerals batch and batch This ain 't no good Can't even stroll on the sunday with my kids and mother I'm gettin' sick and tired I'll always have a break for cover With all this drama 'n hustlin' A playa's tryin' to accomplish And that's we all know another day is never promised It's fault across the world not just up in California You doin' dirt you best believe the dirt gon creep up on ya Batterram here comes the F.B.I. and D.A. When they come to buck you down it's hard to live a playa's way [Chorus: x2] [Outro:] [?] Bob Dole and Bill Clinton<比如>Y all need to ho理論A阿泰PLA呀 , dough<比如>and ally out Ru playas out there , 滿<比如>put them guns down<比如>and that是real <比如>
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