: Under The Gun Out on the Run Paying the price with your flesh and your blood It's bringing you down (bringing you down) Livin' your life Under The Gun
on bad vibrations (there's a coup coming on) feeling the tension (there's a coup coming on) no smoke without fire (there's a coup coming on) i could smell the danger
gun away and grab my AK it's getten hectic I can't call it house full of alcoholics now we're niggas under pressure yeah, that's right... Under Pressure
your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam destiny lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist (yeah) Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal (uh huh) Gun rest under
nintetie's days So inside this song is our rally cry. Your dreams are in danger, and "We Must Rise" Our time has come we are under the gun "It's Do or
held up a week at customs took over a month to ship from Switzerland he knows nobody will listen even as the burials start increasing so he keeps the frustration under
I let you know about man's best friend Now remember: it used to be a dog like Lassie but now in ninety-one it's a gun if you asked me Just like a jimmy
I'm never gonna run, I'm never gonna tell myself a lie 'Cause after it's all said and done, I won't be wonderin' why And I'll know that under the gun
set, go Chorus: Under the gun - do your living on the trigger Under the gun - walk on the wire Under the gun - when the stakes are gettin' bigger Under the gun
fighting alone, call me the desperate man Danger, danger, give me danger, danger Give me fires that endlessly burn, I've passed the point of return Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger
reachin' for freedom he was born under the gun Swollen men blind with power break the rules one by one With their lies raising the danger of their games under the gun
the line Tryin to take the track we hit on Throw it down and spit on, flip it, rearrange Boy, you messin with danger Wit the anger I possess Got
home it's on (watch this) Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit Yeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do) Uh, danger zone
like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep
blatant You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under
the park one day Killing all the bugs on the pavement Seems like she got a nasty streak But she does it in a beautiful way Like a bullet from a gun She
