m goin' to get get my gun) Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat (I'm goin' to get get my gun) I bring it to niggers lookin
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! [Kuniva] I bring it to *****s looking
Übersetzung: D12. Get My Gun.
'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! [Kuniva] I bring it to *****s looking
on a cop, I heard a gun click (uh-ohh) Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand He shot the cop (damn
50 Cent c'mon [HOOK: 50 Cent] Bump Dat Niggas try to stunt on my click Then when I get on that shit I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg
puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause
Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? My S on
N-I-Tizzy fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy niggas in new york know how doggy get down i got my niggas in queens i got my bitches uptown i got my bidnez
bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sentance' they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun if that's the case then get
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level
that he had me caught: Little Layzie blew his head off. Get 'em on the get up. The bullets-they start to get lit up. #1 best at duckin', with' the gun
t run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life Straight-jakket is loose creepin up to get ya get ya But fo' mo killas
the summer sun A vacant lot's his playground, by 12 he's got a gun The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21 Chorus I'd get down on my
you're lookin familiar [Classified:] They call this Hip hop [Royce Da 5'9":] Real recognize real Yea My pradas and guccis Got me tied up with hoochies My
die-hard fans Saddam Hussein who sews, who radical act A mechanical bomb attached to my pelvis That's what I mean by get, back; I mean get, back Or find
for these slackers Til im snappin my spine, Natural high...i gotta focus, On these bogus pochers, Lookin over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin like show'd
