Gun Lyrics By Cunninlynguists

Artist/Band Name: Cunninlynguists

Album Name: Dirty Acres

Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Lyrics To Gun

No one held a gun
What you lying for?
Then tell me how somebody got left lyin cold
Heard the .45s let go
Next week somebody ridin slow

Kno: It’s hard to get em to freeze
123 degrees and the breeze is full of glass particles that blast hard at you
Show us ya hands and show us the plans
The weapons biological so show us the cans
We got a tip from snitches for ballistic positions
Don’t wanna listen, we puttin these missle tips in ya kitchen
We got the ether for haditha, the sutures for fallujah
State police force suits and boots in ya future
Won’t loosen the nooses, put ya dick in the ground
Chief of police is tired of all this rovin and dickin around
Goose chasin like ridiculous clowns
But the american public’s lustin an evil puppet so fuck it
He says he has a wallet, i say he has a gun
Reagan gave him both back in 1981
Now we back with a badge just to grab all the funds
Buckin 41 at you and your sons

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Sheisty Khrist: They got the eye of jesus
Sittin on the skies of giza
They lie and freeze us in our time of leisure
Hermaphra, a bush and dick on every condoleezza
Nigga, y’all eye the skeezers i eye the caesars
And i ain’t talkin bout the place you play blackjack
But the cia headquarters where they make the crack at
The cia headquarters where they make the gats at
The real school of rock crack, fuck that cracker jack black
Police force got tenacious d, pull you over for your plates
Place an eighth of c, that eighth of c will have you placed on the sea
Alcatraz or guantanamo, achin to see
They lock you up in a cell with no lights in it
Feed a nigga white bread with no fuckin life in it
No toilet bowl, just a hole so you can wipe in it
A tormented soul till you grow old and ripe in it
Play your hand till the right suit fold
Bin laden got bush in a knight suit mode
Most niggas that i know like the nike swoosh gold
Wipin 20 inch vogues on a white coupe Olds
Diallo, 41 shots 19 hits
In a dark hallway make the light seem lit
I guess they saw a rapist on white cream tits
Don’t pull ya wallet out nigga, run
These motherfuckers got guns

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