: Gunshot Wounds ... Gunshot Wounds and disappear It cannot be overstated the Understanding of Events It cannot be Understanding of the End of the Age
Gunshot Wounds ... Gunshot Wounds and disappear It cannot be overstated the Understanding of Events It cannot be Understanding of the End of the Age ...
Your terror keeps on, our pleas for peace gone. How many must die before you fuckin' realize the truth? By going to work and paying your taxes You're
Heil, myth and spite; read left to right I'm just a number but that's what you think. But numbers don't lie, so true and for years Now we think that
Smashes through bones, separates the skin. Crumbles brick and mortar to it's foundation. Murder excels, murderers commandeer themselves, The image
, bring it how you feel My niggas is conscienceless and we kill or be killed Fuck doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up The nigga on the passenger side automatically die From several gunshot wounds
dreams Whoever you are Chilled are the skies Keen is the frost The ground's froze hard And the morning is lost A letter to mother Came today Gunshot wound
cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah I'm caught up to [Ice-T] Sometimes I sit and wonder how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer Gunshots
: [Verse 1] (Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to the head. Street violence is at an all-time high) No jokin', I'm sleepin
ya kitchen sink to ya stereo Round, merry go there we go now stay tuned Now my platoon be shell-shockin shows like gunshot wounds To the I-N-D-ustry Due
they pops is in the bathroom, soakin in the sauna I ran around the corner, to plot his demise 'Cause for crossin the line, pop [gunshot], pop [gunshot
dime For instance a nigga talkin shit Betta yet a fool tryin to front for a bitch yeah (I'll give you some of this [gunshots] or some of this [gunshots
when I picture six six six I'm layin' on my bed like a grave Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this: Put ya wound on my lips The Brotha Lynch biting
the bar like my name was Norman [Chorus] Old man on the floor, robbed and bludgeoned His breath, running out he's like "Gimmesumdeath" Showered a gunshot wound
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
I say next should I talk about some cars Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds I can't show
