Guns

Текст песни Raashan Ahmad - Guns

Guns LyricsVERSE 1
Guns in your section guns in your scene
Guns in the air get the loot take the cream
Pakistan Africa Chi-town Oakland
Guns by the cop make a mama dream broken
Blood on the dance floor drama at the school
Shots from the Glock show a crack in the cool
Everybody drop everbody drop
And nobody safe suburbs to the block
You hear the gun cock click call it bloody murder
Chalk’s on the street from the beef no burgers
Words so dead up the gun clappin
Back in the day used to settle with the scrappin
John Wayne Rambo gangland hooligans
Presidential military war Afghanistan
Blood for the power gun protect scene
Bullets from the barrel for a barrel gasoline
We fiend for the Glock semi auto double gauge
Gun death no breath gone from grenades
Gun for revenge body full of malice
Daddy got a gun gotta protect the palace
Junior got the strap guess who got the juice now
Used to be a herb now words got a new style
Crazy conflict licking off shots
Couple in the air you can scare the whole block
Guns
CHORUS
Dirt on his heels wind on his back
Laughter silenced from the police strap it went
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Dirt on her heels wind on her back
Laughter silenced by the drone attack it went
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
VERSE 2
Playing with her dolls her brother laying on the ground
Laughter the only sound until they heard the sirens
The scream from her mama people lost up in the panic
Playing coming to an end and somehow its systematic
A tragic way to end the day she turned up on her heels
She stopped to see her brother finding cover in the hills
She looked up in the sky and seeing what’s about to happen
Her innocence immediately lost she seen the passion
Her papa on her knees what she saw
He said he said protect my family inshallah
And then the first bomb second bomb third bomb hit
Her father gone mama gone brother gone sits
In the rubble of her home dolls in her hand
Drone flew away alone with no fam
Victim of the politics and victim of the media
And military mix up to bomb the wrong area
CHORUS
Dirt on his heels wind on his back
Laughter silenced from the police strap it went
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Dirt on her heels wind on her back
Laughter silenced by the drone attack it went
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot