| The lyric of Gun Slinger, B G's song [B.G.] I got em all from revolver semi-automaticsautomatics Grenadesassault rifles - run upI ll letcha have it When it comes to gunsI m one of the best Get a few to the headthen a few to the chest I ve been ridin - puttin bitch-niggas six in the dirt At a young age hopped off the porch puttin in work I m a soldier - fuck with me don t say I ain t told ya I ll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya Blues your dog and letcha know I don t play Have your family grievin singin "Amazin Grace" And whoever call theyself comin out there with ya I ma upcockand knock the brains out that nigga Bustin heads ain t nothin to me - I ve been doin it And if you re smart you don t want trouble with me If you want itbelieve I ain t gon hesitate to bring it I ll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it Hook-2x [B.G.] I m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I m a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker [B.G.] NiggaI swearyou don t want me to go off Cause when I go offbelieveniggaI ma show off Your head definitely gon get blowed off I have no conscience at all I continue to get my roll on Murdermurderkillkill: that s all I know Hustle til mornin and get the dopeman: that s all I know I was raised in the streetsbitch - taught that g shit I was toldnigga ?? knock him off his feet quick Remember I was sevenput my hands on my first weapon Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11 Ever since thatI fell in love with guns Saved my allowance for a month and got me one My cousin taught me how to shoot a nineand it was on Nigga made me feel playedI had to upset his home Nowif you want dramaI don t hesitate to bring it I up that AK-47 and start to sling it Hook-2x [B.G.] [B.G.] When it s on my mindI m ready for whatevernigga I ma take this beef straight to another levelnigga Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her receptionnigga Whack your clique one by one til no one left in itnigga Spot the car movin slow with no lightstryin to creep That s meand I m there to tear down the whole street B.G. don t play no gamesI m bout sprayin When you see meall you gon see is "flucka-flucka-flame!!" Brains on the ground - yellow tape all around People sayin "That had to be a nigga from uptown." When I m loseI m lose - when I m strappedI ma use it Cause I ain t gon have that in my hand and don t shoot it I ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows I only put hollow tips in my barrel You wanna battle - niggaI ma bring noise I got to show ya I m a original Hot Boyand a- Hook [B.G.] -gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I m a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I m a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I m a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker I m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I m a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker [B.G. {talking}] Niggacheckmate Niggacheckmate! Wrong movenigga - checkmate!
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