Laulunsanoja:
Open Hand Son Of A Gun

out, fuck rapping We gun clapping, the sharp shooter It be the case with the stolen ruger And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler Son, my five

tryin' to stop a strike. His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand

about 90 trying to catch him We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him Somebody was riding in the trunk The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a

sayin' It's like, it's like a short stripper And she's just saying, it'll never work You know I'm sayin', what really It's like a motherfucker opened up a

to be thinking that I won't pop a trunk if you feeling like a punk from the he said she said life's not a choice, it's a win or lose so what's it gonna

the past experiences We really been to war, hand to hand like *** sales Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail Females left to raise up a son

jump like a frog to a tadpole Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up A tube in your dick, you can't piss when standing up Hands is shaking, doctors

I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze (Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son (I just lost my mind, son) People talking to me and

golden childs that bone the crowd See niggas in the place that bit my style Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers Wu-Tang got the answerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..... Cuz if I had a