Get out your guns it's time to start a fight Whoa, and it won't take too long I want to make it right Just tell me that you feel the call It's so wonderful
: Get out your guns it's time to start a fight Whoa, and it won't take too long I want to make it right Just tell me that you feel the call It's so wonderful
much shit I leave girls with a smile and fellas real stunned I make hard rocks split away, forget those young guns Here's a new rap list blowing rappers out
guns And he brought them in my crib Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton Heard Nia Long is in the building Penthouse fashion, ordered out
I be the one Rippin' the track and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the guns dump With a young pump two to the brain don't even
just left, but your boo right with me and Im from never do right city, but dont get me wrong, Young Money Im gooone yeaaa,Young Mulaa Baabbbyyyyy
Young nigga 15 with 3 C's From that very day I carried on the 3 C's Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Young money where ya at?, Two tables and a mic, Tell the Dj run it back, Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, If you fuck wit Young
the 5 Where the name from? Read the Rob, yo Yo, while we handglide, slang lye Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size
doin' her thang (Let's get it) Slow down, young girl Keep it real hun, you gotta keep it real hun Unless you slow down somebody gon? crash (Come on, you know you need to) Slow down, young
the victims We be the victors Sometime a nigga gotta step up And bring war, Spray ks And go out in a blaze Young guns learn to duck So they wont catch
people can, and do, Send young men to their death, But not before others too have fallen from their bayonets and guns. Such armies are invariably called
Lyrics Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, Two tables and a mic, Tell the Dj run it back, Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young
the project Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major Drugged out
the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary
