I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk I got a hundred guns, a hundred
All I do is crack rock and how to pop the steel How to box niggas in where they can barely move Roll wit straight thugs never scary dudes Keep bodies on them guns
gods and moved on, To the old gods and moved on, To the old gods and moved on, To the new guns, to the new guns. What have we said, Wasn't it their
toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them
others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns
't hate nothing at all Except hatred Disillusioned words are like a bullet's bark As human gods aim for their mark Make everything from toy guns that
He came dancing across the water With his galleons and guns Looking for the new world In that palace in the sun On the shore lay Montezuma With
Lyrics Now get the guns, the drugs, From my generation. I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation. And it's the sex, the gods, the freaks, the
Now get the guns, the drugs, from my generation I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation And it's the sex, the Gods, the freaks, the frauds They
"isn't this a dull affair Enough to make me lose my hair Tax returns and future earnings," I thought to myself, "still the gods haven't
re all in heaven, delivered by our guns With the multitudes we feed the grinder The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya We need no Gods of
ends Lord I used to ride so high They wrote songs about me But now the old man's home alone They rode on without me And now my six guns not so fast
just throw your hands in the What the fuck, fuck? Peace, who this? Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns
nothin new, tuck your jewellry "words don't help you" (x2) [chorus: inspectah deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns But this a true
the butterflies Give me your widest eyes My mutiny Say something stupid in my ear Everyone can hear We're not impressed with the formulas We're Gods with guns
Now get the guns, the drugs, from my generation I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation Yeah, it's the sex, the Gods, the freaks, the frauds
Now get the guns, the drugs, From my generation. I?ll take the fall, the saints, across the nation. And it?s the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds
battlefield [Unverified] up on death, can't hear your squad is effused to heal Permanently scarred, niggas from here to hill Non-religious, who with the gods