歌曲 | Tonz 'O' Gunz |
歌手 | Gang Starr |
专辑 | Full Clip: A Decade Of Gang Starr |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Elam, Guru, Martin | |
tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped | |
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act | |
tons o' guns real easy to get | |
tons o' guns bringing nothing but death | |
tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays | |
it's big money and you know crime pays | |
check your nearest overpopulated ghetto | |
they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello | |
mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like that | |
want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick | |
kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz | |
five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures | |
it's crazy there ain't no time to really chill | |
jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill | |
22's 25's 44's 45's | |
mack elevens ak's taking mad lives | |
what the fuck you gonna do in a situation | |
it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation | |
tons o' guns | |
tons o' guns you got we got they got | |
the state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos | |
i know a kid who just passed the other day | |
they shot him sixteen times so there he lay | |
you can pray for this shit to like cease | |
but until then a nigga's going to pack a piece | |
and yo the devil's got assasination squads | |
want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god | |
they got camps where they train they learn to take aim | |
at a nigga like a piece of game | |
and i'm not seeing that, them days are gone | |
'cos now we got (chromes) to put them where they belong | |
so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn | |
fuck the bullshit pain and suffering | |
i'm coming off with a foolproof plan | |
as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand | |
i stand in the face of hatred | |
letting off mad shots making devils run naked | |
tons o' guns | |
tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped | |
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act | |
tons o' guns real easy to get | |
tons o' guns bringing nothing but death | |
tons o' guns but i don't glorify | |
'cos more guns will come and much more will die | |
why, yo i don't know black | |
some motherfuckers just be living like that | |
they like to feel the chrome in their hands | |
the shit makes them feel like little big man | |
twelve years old catching wreck | |
'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check | |
people get wounded, others they perish | |
and what about the mother and the child she cherish | |
the city is wild up steps the wild child | |
tension anger living in danger | |
what the fuck you gonna do in a situation | |
it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation | |
tons o' guns |
zuo ci : Elam, Guru, Martin | |
tons o' guns everybody' s getting strapped | |
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act | |
tons o' guns real easy to get | |
tons o' guns bringing nothing but death | |
tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays | |
it' s big money and you know crime pays | |
check your nearest overpopulated ghetto | |
they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello | |
mad kids packed ' cos the neighbourhood' s like that | |
want some shit that' s fat catch a victim do a stick | |
kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz | |
fiveo they sit and wait and tally deathtoll figures | |
it' s crazy there ain' t no time to really chill | |
jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill | |
22' s 25' s 44' s 45' s | |
mack elevens ak' s taking mad lives | |
what the fuck you gonna do in a situation | |
it' s like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation | |
tons o' guns | |
tons o' guns you got we got they got | |
the state of affairs yo it' s like mad chaos | |
i know a kid who just passed the other day | |
they shot him sixteen times so there he lay | |
you can pray for this shit to like cease | |
but until then a nigga' s going to pack a piece | |
and yo the devil' s got assasination squads | |
want to kill niggaz ' cos they' re scared of god | |
they got camps where they train they learn to take aim | |
at a nigga like a piece of game | |
and i' m not seeing that, them days are gone | |
' cos now we got chromes to put them where they belong | |
so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn | |
fuck the bullshit pain and suffering | |
i' m coming off with a foolproof plan | |
as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand | |
i stand in the face of hatred | |
letting off mad shots making devils run naked | |
tons o' guns | |
tons o' guns everybody' s getting strapped | |
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act | |
tons o' guns real easy to get | |
tons o' guns bringing nothing but death | |
tons o' guns but i don' t glorify | |
' cos more guns will come and much more will die | |
why, yo i don' t know black | |
some motherfuckers just be living like that | |
they like to feel the chrome in their hands | |
the shit makes them feel like little big man | |
twelve years old catching wreck | |
' cos there ain' t no supervision putting kids in check | |
people get wounded, others they perish | |
and what about the mother and the child she cherish | |
the city is wild up steps the wild child | |
tension anger living in danger | |
what the fuck you gonna do in a situation | |
it' s like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation | |
tons o' guns |
zuò cí : Elam, Guru, Martin | |
tons o' guns everybody' s getting strapped | |
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act | |
tons o' guns real easy to get | |
tons o' guns bringing nothing but death | |
tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays | |
it' s big money and you know crime pays | |
check your nearest overpopulated ghetto | |
they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello | |
mad kids packed ' cos the neighbourhood' s like that | |
want some shit that' s fat catch a victim do a stick | |
kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz | |
fiveo they sit and wait and tally deathtoll figures | |
it' s crazy there ain' t no time to really chill | |
jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill | |
22' s 25' s 44' s 45' s | |
mack elevens ak' s taking mad lives | |
what the fuck you gonna do in a situation | |
it' s like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation | |
tons o' guns | |
tons o' guns you got we got they got | |
the state of affairs yo it' s like mad chaos | |
i know a kid who just passed the other day | |
they shot him sixteen times so there he lay | |
you can pray for this shit to like cease | |
but until then a nigga' s going to pack a piece | |
and yo the devil' s got assasination squads | |
want to kill niggaz ' cos they' re scared of god | |
they got camps where they train they learn to take aim | |
at a nigga like a piece of game | |
and i' m not seeing that, them days are gone | |
' cos now we got chromes to put them where they belong | |
so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn | |
fuck the bullshit pain and suffering | |
i' m coming off with a foolproof plan | |
as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand | |
i stand in the face of hatred | |
letting off mad shots making devils run naked | |
tons o' guns | |
tons o' guns everybody' s getting strapped | |
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act | |
tons o' guns real easy to get | |
tons o' guns bringing nothing but death | |
tons o' guns but i don' t glorify | |
' cos more guns will come and much more will die | |
why, yo i don' t know black | |
some motherfuckers just be living like that | |
they like to feel the chrome in their hands | |
the shit makes them feel like little big man | |
twelve years old catching wreck | |
' cos there ain' t no supervision putting kids in check | |
people get wounded, others they perish | |
and what about the mother and the child she cherish | |
the city is wild up steps the wild child | |
tension anger living in danger | |
what the fuck you gonna do in a situation | |
it' s like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation | |
tons o' guns |