ترانه:
History Of Guns

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nigga, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta (Gangsta) Rudeboy everybody gone gangsta nigga, gangsta, everybody gone gangsta [Interlude: Vybz Kartel] You know this ain't no comedy like Benny Hill Guns

all fall down Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price? Money green or proletarian gray Selling guns

ain't lookin' back You know I run track, try not to get lapped People keep talkin' 'bout Hov left 'em flat Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts

I can see 'Cause over history, mystery brought us nuttin but misery Man mo' people done died, in the name of the Lord Than in any natural disaster, disease or gang war Before guns

[Intro] Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah Bonnie and Clyde shit You hear me? Smell me? (That's right, you know?) I'mma take this one straight to the top And

As I'm leaving she wakes up and says ?I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave Baby don't go away, come here? And there's kids playing guns

As I'm leaving she wakes up and says "I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave Baby, don't go away, come here" There's kid's playing guns

and his 2-2's I saw him last night in the prime time news Shot and killed by a His birth to the earth was a big mistake Now, history was not my