Gang Starr - Tons O Guns Lyrics
Tons o guns everybodys getting strappedTons o guns got to watch the way you actTons o guns real easy to getTons o guns bringing nothing but deathTons o guns are in the streets nowadaysIts big money and you know crime paysCheck your nearest overpopulated ghettoThey greet you with a pistol not trying to say helloMad kids packed cos the neighbourhoods like thatWant some shit thats fat catch a victim do a stickKids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggazFive-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figuresIts crazy there aint no time to really chillJealous mother*****ers always want to act ill22s 25s 44s 45sMack elevens aks taking mad livesWhat the ***** you gonna do in a situationIts like you need to have steel just to feel relaxationTons o gunsTons o guns you got we got they gotThe state of affairs yo its like mad chaosI know a kid who just passed the other dayThey shot him sixteen times so there he layYou can pray for this shit to like ceaseBut until then a niggas going to pack a pieceAnd yo the devils got assasination squadsWant to kill niggaz cos theyre scared of godThey got camps where they train they learn to take aimAt a nigga like a piece of gameAnd Im not seeing that, them days are gonecos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belongSo me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn***** the bullshit pain and sufferingIm coming off with a foolproof planAs if each every lyric was worth a hundred grandI stand in the face of hatredLetting off mad shots making devils run *****Tons o gunsTons o guns everybodys getting strappedTons o guns got to watch the way you actTons o guns real easy to getTons o guns bringing nothing but deathTons o guns but I dont glorifycos more guns will come and much more will dieWhy, yo I dont know blackSome mother*****ers just be living like thatThey like to feel the chrome in their handsThe shit makes them feel like little big manTwelve years old catching wreckcos there aint no supervision putting kids in checkPeople get wounded, others they perishAnd what about the mother and the child she cherishThe city is wild up steps the wild childTension anger living in dangerWhat the ***** you gonna do in a situationIts like you need to have steel just to feel relaxationTons o guns
