Songtexte:
Thursday A Gun In The First Act

heads, over our heads, Then we know where it's ending; A loaded gun hanging over our heads... We already know the way it ends. Screaming from a stage or at a

to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to where he snuff a nigga Dont have a toast, yo, you fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga,

to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga The way

bout to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga

bout to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga No need to boast Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga

you cats at rah-rah-Betty-dot-com Wanna see a hundred grand then look at my arm You think I wanna take this too far in a Rugar Put a hollow bullet through