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THE LYRIC OF GUN SLINGER , B G'S SONG

 

 

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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