a gamble, and you're losin' Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin' Left from right, right from wrong Or you'll be singin that old blues
Well, you rang me up you say you wanna get high Now I'm underpaid and I'm overtired Riding shotgun 'round the world I'm too young to die, too old for
out on the prowl With some east medina, brothers that's foul Lookin to protect, the streets that our mothers Have to walk on, from black young brothers
dead as a deathpack The colors I choose Red or blue cause a blood It just don't matter Sucker die for your life With my shotgun scatters We gangs of
as a deathpack - the colors I choose Red or blue cause a blood - it just don't matter Sucker die for your life with my shotgun scatters We gangs of c.
like a poet, on the mic I'll show it Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n' roll, even hip-hop Lovers, are my brothers and
-a-Lot] I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that one to make you tapdance with a shotgun On
's ain't been the same Since the Blues walked into town. But you're one in a million You've got that shotgun shine. Born under a bad sign, With a blue
mouth brother you ain?t got no business here Fool, this here is moonshine still you can smell that whiskey burn This is how the big dogs run, boy you?re ridin shotgun
got to roll somethin fat to this But I ain't got a light and I don't know where my matches is My little brother always snatches it, I'm easy to adapt
the shark bars And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee You could find
lane or lay in a ditch Cause I'm ridin and my click feeling the same, till its my time to feel the flames Imma chill in the blue flame all in the six
boppers scoping, but don't watch me I'm shotgun with Sleepy, watching eight TV's Right behind that Chi-Town, and we headed to Cali Popping candy blue
you're losin Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin Left from right, right from wrong Or you'll be singin that old blues song (Yo, you
Checked the reaar view They were still out back Where were these brothers from? What made these brothers come Bang! our back window Was removed by a shotgun
dead as a deathpack the colors I choose Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters We gangs of
ARF ARF) Or leanin out a window, with a cocked shotgun Drivin up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue
s ain't been the same Since the Blues walked into town. But you're one in a million You've got that shotgun shine. Born under a bad sign, With a blue