Gun Rule Lyrics
| Song | Gun Rule |
| Artist | Cashis |
| Album | The County Hound EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Johnson, Mathers, Reston | |
| Walkin, with a semi cocked, | |
| Flick down any block, | |
| Get cash plenty drop or getting shot, | |
| Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got, | |
| Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped, | |
| Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me, | |
| And realize aint none a yall as hood as me. | |
| That's on everything, take six to ya frame, | |
| You son caught strays, he gon die any day, | |
| Try and act brave, tell the law my name, | |
| I bet your family wont live to see another day, | |
| There is no other way, you hearing what I say, | |
| I got paper now, I can fight the case, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of **** you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of **** you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Like Iraq, C-4 in back packs, | |
| You can pull straps but you cant match that, | |
| Thought you was hard as shit bitch, | |
| Why you let em snitch? | |
| Put the gun in ya hand now we can settle it, | |
| Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya, | |
| You be the trigger man, kill your own brother, | |
| See how it feels when he drops and he bleeds, | |
| I handed you heat, it was your option to squeeze, | |
| Drop to your knees, look at me and believe, | |
| There's only one way to get out of this thing, | |
| Barrel aimed at your face, cocked back fired straight, | |
| Now release neither one of us to catch a murder case | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of **** you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of **** you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Flyin down the 5, flicked out getting high, | |
| Jump off from Lincoln, roll through Anaheim, | |
| Rush of a homicide, races through my mind | |
| I commit any crime, any where any time, | |
| Stick niggas for their shine yeah, | |
| You been on the grind yeah, | |
| Take the jury off and pass it to me its mine, | |
| Cohort, Me and my cohorts on codeine, | |
| Conspiring, rioting, robbin niggas for more cream. | |
| Step on work, eighth by eighth, | |
| Six points off a quarter nigga stretch that cake, | |
| I aint chillin on the corner, ya phone and ya order, | |
| For 8 balls and up, I aint holdin nothing shorter, yeah. | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of **** you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of **** you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule |
| zuo qu : Johnson, Mathers, Reston | |
| Walkin, with a semi cocked, | |
| Flick down any block, | |
| Get cash plenty drop or getting shot, | |
| Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got, | |
| Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped, | |
| Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me, | |
| And realize aint none a yall as hood as me. | |
| That' s on everything, take six to ya frame, | |
| You son caught strays, he gon die any day, | |
| Try and act brave, tell the law my name, | |
| I bet your family wont live to see another day, | |
| There is no other way, you hearing what I say, | |
| I got paper now, I can fight the case, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Like Iraq, C4 in back packs, | |
| You can pull straps but you cant match that, | |
| Thought you was hard as shit bitch, | |
| Why you let em snitch? | |
| Put the gun in ya hand now we can settle it, | |
| Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya, | |
| You be the trigger man, kill your own brother, | |
| See how it feels when he drops and he bleeds, | |
| I handed you heat, it was your option to squeeze, | |
| Drop to your knees, look at me and believe, | |
| There' s only one way to get out of this thing, | |
| Barrel aimed at your face, cocked back fired straight, | |
| Now release neither one of us to catch a murder case | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Flyin down the 5, flicked out getting high, | |
| Jump off from Lincoln, roll through Anaheim, | |
| Rush of a homicide, races through my mind | |
| I commit any crime, any where any time, | |
| Stick niggas for their shine yeah, | |
| You been on the grind yeah, | |
| Take the jury off and pass it to me its mine, | |
| Cohort, Me and my cohorts on codeine, | |
| Conspiring, rioting, robbin niggas for more cream. | |
| Step on work, eighth by eighth, | |
| Six points off a quarter nigga stretch that cake, | |
| I aint chillin on the corner, ya phone and ya order, | |
| For 8 balls and up, I aint holdin nothing shorter, yeah. | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule |
| zuò qǔ : Johnson, Mathers, Reston | |
| Walkin, with a semi cocked, | |
| Flick down any block, | |
| Get cash plenty drop or getting shot, | |
| Went to war with the cops, you reach for what I got, | |
| Treat you like Singapore, swing a sword, you are chopped, | |
| Picture me pistol fling, look at me, look at me, | |
| And realize aint none a yall as hood as me. | |
| That' s on everything, take six to ya frame, | |
| You son caught strays, he gon die any day, | |
| Try and act brave, tell the law my name, | |
| I bet your family wont live to see another day, | |
| There is no other way, you hearing what I say, | |
| I got paper now, I can fight the case, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Like Iraq, C4 in back packs, | |
| You can pull straps but you cant match that, | |
| Thought you was hard as shit bitch, | |
| Why you let em snitch? | |
| Put the gun in ya hand now we can settle it, | |
| Put it up to his head, I cant do it for ya, | |
| You be the trigger man, kill your own brother, | |
| See how it feels when he drops and he bleeds, | |
| I handed you heat, it was your option to squeeze, | |
| Drop to your knees, look at me and believe, | |
| There' s only one way to get out of this thing, | |
| Barrel aimed at your face, cocked back fired straight, | |
| Now release neither one of us to catch a murder case | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Flyin down the 5, flicked out getting high, | |
| Jump off from Lincoln, roll through Anaheim, | |
| Rush of a homicide, races through my mind | |
| I commit any crime, any where any time, | |
| Stick niggas for their shine yeah, | |
| You been on the grind yeah, | |
| Take the jury off and pass it to me its mine, | |
| Cohort, Me and my cohorts on codeine, | |
| Conspiring, rioting, robbin niggas for more cream. | |
| Step on work, eighth by eighth, | |
| Six points off a quarter nigga stretch that cake, | |
| I aint chillin on the corner, ya phone and ya order, | |
| For 8 balls and up, I aint holdin nothing shorter, yeah. | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule, | |
| Im walkin through this concrete jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you, | |
| Attitude of you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool, | |
| The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun rule |
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