because the turbulence is ahead As we face the gun As we face the gun Face the gun Face the gun Put away the fear Face the gun Put away the fear Yeah
naked. Why did I think you could do this? Ronnie, hostage on the move! He shot himself! And why is your gun so small? The police are on there way, Good luck
please use your words Just imagine that everyone's naked Uh, oh! Boner alert. He really pictured them naked. The police are on their way (come out with your hands up) good luck
in my face Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space And good luck with all that thinkin' you
happened, God forbid don't be around! The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain
God forbid don't be around! The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the next town! She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no
while my arm was extended She looked me in the face and said, "Prince you're suspended" I said, "Your trippin' it's just a bad habit" She put it in my face
I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but I'm good wit nines Great wit eights, nigga, I'll heat ya face And I got a hungry
, I'm the meanest Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited, when the gun
by's and doing 'em old school Whatcha gonna do homie you got something to say Califas Westside Gang Will jack you in tha face Turnin' corner blockshitin
bitch was gone (awww) So I followed her home (huh?) Cause I got it going on (ohhhh!) And I'm in the Haugh (Yep!) Parked at a spot good enough to
32 rounds I'm taking two of ya bitches with me I refuse to be a victim, going out like Adolf Arjay You got a gun I got a gun I run no more bitch NOPD
you get bucked I seen skin bleed, don't play Hercules, you stuck You wan't war? With the Outlaws? That's hard luck We leave behind pain, broken bones
couple knew what they was doin' so they came back like good coke Down south they'll tell you, kiss is good folk Up north I hit my niggaz off with good
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly You bests to run if you gun is on safety Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me Nigga
got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines Great wit eights Nigga, I'll heat ya face And I got a hungry lawyer
time Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine Had to do some crime With the attitude of not givin a fuck Born with no luck, refuse to
Somewhere in between believing in Heaven And facing the Devil you know Poor kid probably never had a chance to give a fuck Wouldn't know good luck from