Gun Blast歌词

作词 : Fyffe, Henderson, Howse ...
-Krayzie-
YEAA
Better back up off me/ ***** never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep
****in with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood
Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A motha****in bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them ****** that you got wit ya
I'm collected and quiet/ but surpise ***** i get LIVE
jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these ****** a little somethin
Reppin s*it for bone thugs, ***** don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug ****** they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE
Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to/ and a ***** gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew
I grab my **** let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa *****, let the bullets rain
DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some s*it/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click
-chorus-(Krayzie)
PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****IN em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em uo with me gun gun blast
-Layzie-
Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man
****** talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a ***** stole they style BUT when a ***** show up these ****** bow down
Pound for pound from the shoulders ***** I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG ****** OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you ****** believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta
In the bushes c**ked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block
***** got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ ***** got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let ****** have it
**** this rappin, if it come down to it ***** disrespectin what's happnin/ my family my money my thugs myself my ***** i'm flat out blastin
Countin out caskets on you bastards smas*in if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima ride down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin
Old fas*ioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy ***** 06/ fake ****** and real ****** in the real world just don't mix
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-Wish-
I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it
Never met a sucka ***** runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ ***** runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range
Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came
We soldiers tight put up your stripes we'll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof ***** fight fight
Handle that, ***** handle that give back to the music **** that **** that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back
See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse
Younger than most of you ****** so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride
If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine
Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight
Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya
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