Gunsmoke 歌词
| 歌曲 | Gunsmoke |
| 歌手 | The Coup |
| 专辑 | Genocide & Juice |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Come on let's go | |
| Put this under your belt | |
| Chorus | |
| Smell the gunsmoke | |
| Repeat | |
| I be having homicide running through my mind | |
| Don't know what's up with me | |
| Shit fuck with me all the time | |
| Eating at my spine | |
| Motherfucka in my prime | |
| How you gonna get yours | |
| When you're too busy getting mine | |
| Now look is this murderous criminal | |
| Coming through | |
| If you think it's eroc then the subliminals | |
| Is working on you | |
| There's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge | |
| Cant come straight from fudge | |
| I got a bloody grudge | |
| Dead bodies lying all around me | |
| But the real murderers aint never got no bounty | |
| Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics | |
| With this ass if you think this | |
| Blast is coming from my residential district | |
| There's something that i think you should know | |
| Its the motherfucking coup we from the eastside o | |
| Peep my flow creep by slow | |
| See all my folks is broke | |
| Survival for the cautious and the low | |
| Get a whiff of my gunsmoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Im getting white hairs | |
| From the nightmares everynight | |
| Cos somebody's got a contract | |
| On my life | |
| Im in a gang that's in an all out war | |
| They drop me in when | |
| They knife my umbilical cord | |
| So it begins with a slap on the ass | |
| Now you in in the workin class, trick | |
| You here so fast we already made your casket | |
| While its got one buck | |
| So the phrase gunshot | |
| Gets hella tide | |
| Cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried | |
| Skeletons deep down in the ocean | |
| Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion | |
| Coasting down fulton on the mississippi river | |
| Burning crosses and | |
| Motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga | |
| It all started when we start producing scratch | |
| Some of my homies got no legs attached | |
| Without no food up in the fridge | |
| You aint go never have peace | |
| Cos with a trigger | |
| You can finger fuck without no grease | |
| Chorus | |
| Off to the war | |
| Repeat | |
| I say fuck the whole judge and the jury | |
| My mind got delirous | |
| My eyes got blurry | |
| Had my uncle strapped to the chair | |
| Hands oxtied | |
| Breathing in gas | |
| Breathing out carbon monoxide | |
| Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel | |
| Cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial | |
| Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile | |
| So march your ass through the gas chambers single file | |
| Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv? | |
| My peoples die of starvation and tb | |
| See me with an angry face and a beanie | |
| Cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy | |
| Its what ive been through | |
| Im like sinecue | |
| What i got you got to get it put it in you | |
| The ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat | |
| Show em we aint no joke | |
| Let them choke off the gunsmoke | |
| Chorus |
| Come on let' s go | |
| Put this under your belt | |
| Chorus | |
| Smell the gunsmoke | |
| Repeat | |
| I be having homicide running through my mind | |
| Don' t know what' s up with me | |
| Shit fuck with me all the time | |
| Eating at my spine | |
| Motherfucka in my prime | |
| How you gonna get yours | |
| When you' re too busy getting mine | |
| Now look is this murderous criminal | |
| Coming through | |
| If you think it' s eroc then the subliminals | |
| Is working on you | |
| There' s thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge | |
| Cant come straight from fudge | |
| I got a bloody grudge | |
| Dead bodies lying all around me | |
| But the real murderers aint never got no bounty | |
| Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics | |
| With this ass if you think this | |
| Blast is coming from my residential district | |
| There' s something that i think you should know | |
| Its the motherfucking coup we from the eastside o | |
| Peep my flow creep by slow | |
| See all my folks is broke | |
| Survival for the cautious and the low | |
| Get a whiff of my gunsmoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Im getting white hairs | |
| From the nightmares everynight | |
| Cos somebody' s got a contract | |
| On my life | |
| Im in a gang that' s in an all out war | |
| They drop me in when | |
| They knife my umbilical cord | |
| So it begins with a slap on the ass | |
| Now you in in the workin class, trick | |
| You here so fast we already made your casket | |
| While its got one buck | |
| So the phrase gunshot | |
| Gets hella tide | |
| Cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried | |
| Skeletons deep down in the ocean | |
| Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion | |
| Coasting down fulton on the mississippi river | |
| Burning crosses and | |
| Motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga | |
| It all started when we start producing scratch | |
| Some of my homies got no legs attached | |
| Without no food up in the fridge | |
| You aint go never have peace | |
| Cos with a trigger | |
| You can finger fuck without no grease | |
| Chorus | |
| Off to the war | |
| Repeat | |
| I say fuck the whole judge and the jury | |
| My mind got delirous | |
| My eyes got blurry | |
| Had my uncle strapped to the chair | |
| Hands oxtied | |
| Breathing in gas | |
| Breathing out carbon monoxide | |
| Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel | |
| Cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial | |
| Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile | |
| So march your ass through the gas chambers single file | |
| Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv? | |
| My peoples die of starvation and tb | |
| See me with an angry face and a beanie | |
| Cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy | |
| Its what ive been through | |
| Im like sinecue | |
| What i got you got to get it put it in you | |
| The ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat | |
| Show em we aint no joke | |
| Let them choke off the gunsmoke | |
| Chorus |
| Come on let' s go | |
| Put this under your belt | |
| Chorus | |
| Smell the gunsmoke | |
| Repeat | |
| I be having homicide running through my mind | |
| Don' t know what' s up with me | |
| Shit fuck with me all the time | |
| Eating at my spine | |
| Motherfucka in my prime | |
| How you gonna get yours | |
| When you' re too busy getting mine | |
| Now look is this murderous criminal | |
| Coming through | |
| If you think it' s eroc then the subliminals | |
| Is working on you | |
| There' s thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge | |
| Cant come straight from fudge | |
| I got a bloody grudge | |
| Dead bodies lying all around me | |
| But the real murderers aint never got no bounty | |
| Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics | |
| With this ass if you think this | |
| Blast is coming from my residential district | |
| There' s something that i think you should know | |
| Its the motherfucking coup we from the eastside o | |
| Peep my flow creep by slow | |
| See all my folks is broke | |
| Survival for the cautious and the low | |
| Get a whiff of my gunsmoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Im getting white hairs | |
| From the nightmares everynight | |
| Cos somebody' s got a contract | |
| On my life | |
| Im in a gang that' s in an all out war | |
| They drop me in when | |
| They knife my umbilical cord | |
| So it begins with a slap on the ass | |
| Now you in in the workin class, trick | |
| You here so fast we already made your casket | |
| While its got one buck | |
| So the phrase gunshot | |
| Gets hella tide | |
| Cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried | |
| Skeletons deep down in the ocean | |
| Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion | |
| Coasting down fulton on the mississippi river | |
| Burning crosses and | |
| Motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga | |
| It all started when we start producing scratch | |
| Some of my homies got no legs attached | |
| Without no food up in the fridge | |
| You aint go never have peace | |
| Cos with a trigger | |
| You can finger fuck without no grease | |
| Chorus | |
| Off to the war | |
| Repeat | |
| I say fuck the whole judge and the jury | |
| My mind got delirous | |
| My eyes got blurry | |
| Had my uncle strapped to the chair | |
| Hands oxtied | |
| Breathing in gas | |
| Breathing out carbon monoxide | |
| Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel | |
| Cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial | |
| Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile | |
| So march your ass through the gas chambers single file | |
| Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv? | |
| My peoples die of starvation and tb | |
| See me with an angry face and a beanie | |
| Cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy | |
| Its what ive been through | |
| Im like sinecue | |
| What i got you got to get it put it in you | |
| The ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat | |
| Show em we aint no joke | |
| Let them choke off the gunsmoke | |
| Chorus |
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