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Live by the gun, die by the gun
talk about others, and your name will get run
through tha mud, by tha people u trust
tha knife is at your back, waitin on some thrust
it aint much u can do but try to adjust
gats bust, somebody just got touched
now if u dont pack, it lessens chances of an attack
but theres no garuntee, we all get smacked
by some stray situations, and we ask why
like we cant see tha cycle of evil, people
life brings life, and death brings death
keep on eatin tha weak, and whats left
absolute bitterness, hate for eachother
aint no such thing as undercover
deeds done in the dark, gon' come ta light
and everything wont be all right, Left!
(refrain)
Its a wild gun, u cant control
or hold it in check, if the safety is off
respect, u thought u was after
now its aimin straight at u run faster
wild gun...
Names and faces even places change
but the games tha same, no matter how much fame
status money or power u think u got
best be aware, u can still get shot (shocked)
when some chaos hits beyond your control
and all tha sudden your concerned about your soul
we're all alone in tha world, but we need eachother
most of the time we try and cheat eachother
oh brother, where art thou
if only our momma could see us now
fightin and fussin, for who knows what
and the leader of tha country is a wicked nut
thats true of most places, poster boys for condoms
we wonder why God allowed their parents ta spawn 'em
until we start ta look, and understand ourselves
a thin line between heaven and hell, fiyah!
(refrain)
U can hear tha gun click as tha second hand on a watch ticks
away, less time for tha kids ta play
ballas in the park spark madness families r
left with sadness, run!
u can hear the gun click, when your on tha low at tha club
fellas tryin ta get them a rub
cocks is loaded, many dreams exploded
when tha latex bust, or your in a rush ta crush and dont wanna fuss
u can hea tha gun click
when ya sick of ya best friend, tha beginning of the end
shootin off at the mouth untill the egos got holes
shot to tha heart, your wickedness exposed
loose lips, loose cannons, and loose moral, we
all wanna fly, but we're all still foul
and the gun is out there bustin random shots
circumstance got a full clip aimed at ya knots
Bo!
(refrain)
