Текст песне
My American Heart Guns

grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why are

grab your guns It's all in good fun We're making 'em run Making 'em run Why should I feel bad? I'm the one With the gun in my hands In my hands Why are

the table for my kids All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle

the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] I been trying to gather my niggas

the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no face My mack bullets burn like tequila with no chase My knifework like a guillotine sword cutting Niggaz stop fronting for my

, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by the park, under stone, under pine There's a carcass of my brother

lives are to the justice system I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns

, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear

this I hear? CNN ain't real? What's this I hear? CNN is wack? What's this I hear? CNN won't kill? Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back? Yo, I give