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Burning Heads Get That Gun Off My Chest

up, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun

wid six dogs That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess

Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where

shit could get real when your ass get smoked? {*gun shot*} [Chorus 2: Killah Priest] This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk Get the fuck out the way before

that I ride on her She helped me focus in get my rhymes right too And my mind right too, that's why she shine through I gotta quit, I gotta get this chick up out my

on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest caught slipping my niggaro's you can burn that hearse 'cause Ima walk to my

And I'll pick off any who's [unverified], 'til your enemy dead We gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat You with the bullets that fled And to

your head I know it just won't happen A world that's free from pain So I'll just use my freedom To fucking kill and maim them Reduce their heads with

a bitch Niggas shoulders getting' knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin' from Me and my girlfriend 'Cause I wants mine I needs mine And I'm about to get