Son of a Gun

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When the guns come running out
When the guns come running out
They dont care if its a sunny day yeah
And they dont come to play
They come to take your life away yeah
Watch what youre saying
Watch what youre doing
The whos in front of you
When you dont have a clue you better check it
Cause you dont know whos ready to press it
I said you just dont know
What you see in your lifetime
Ever see your pops strike down
Your mother on the face
Blood dripping down to the gutters of your drains
Screaming yelling a women utterly in pain
A boy and a girl just watching a boxing match
The boy had to let the cops in to lock his ass up
Cuffed in the back seat looking at his drunken ass
I wanted to sock his ass up
Momma went crazy and lost her mind
Lady that you never thought would pop a nine
Revenge on her mind all our poppas crimes
The drunken abuse and his concubines
Make a housewife go columbine
The gun was my uncles saw him all the time
Smith and Wesson like distant relatives
Came and visited put us all in line
Tired of shit
Mommas conscience saying fire that shit
Devil on her shoulder like 'I insist'
All them times of flying fists
Nights filled with tears of them crying kids
Fighting inside of the lions den
Go ahead and pull the trigger on the count of ten
9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 never again
Hot shells falling down on the floor
Like little rose petals she loves me or loves me not
Memories of my own war
Bang bang and the think tank go bye bye
You think youre thunder but this is black rain
When it rains it pours let it drop drop drop drop
These are the stories that I take to my grave
Shoot a few rounds in the sky when I die
When the guns come running out
They dont care if its a sunny day yeah
And they dont come to play
They come to take your life away yeah
Watch what youre saying
Watch what youre doing
The whos in front of you
When you dont have a clue you better check it
Cause you dont know whos ready to press it
I said you just dont know
What you see in your lifetime
Ever seen your homie rob a store
And shoot the damn owner in the face
Fifty bucks in the register damn what a waste
Caught up in the crossfire while po-pos chase
Turn four fours until you cant go no place
Gotta give it up now man you lost this race
Caught a big fat case twenty-five to a lifer
Now hes in a cell where it aint that safe
Twenty years pass hes a lot older
Whole lot colder
Cant stop wont stop code of the streets
All he knows is holding the heat
On parole hes released
And the first thing he does is
Go to his peeps and he sold him a peace
A nine millimeter thatll blow you to pieces
Bring you closer to Jesus
Now hes close to losing his freedom
Oh no he rolls to the same store
Where he gave that old man a halo
Same ol like the job before
But he had no idea who he was robbing though
The son of the man that he shot before
When he told him to go ahead and pop the drawer
He reached for the shotgun and shot a hole
Into the head of the gunman he lost his soul
When the guns come running out
They dont care if its a sunny day yeah
And they dont come to play
They come to take your life away yeah
Watch what youre saying
Watch what youre doing
The whos in front of you
When you dont have a clue you better check it
Cause you dont know whos ready to press it
I said you just dont know
I said you just dont know
I said you just dont know
I said you just dont know