| 作词 : Jamerson, Porter | |
| (feat. Denaun Porter) | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| First the gun draws and you know, that something's happening | |
| Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly | |
| Be prepared because, war is coming | |
| You can't be scared now, when the streets is calling you | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Good evening, | |
| My name's Mr. Bullet | |
| I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger | |
| So make a note, take a vote | |
| Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause | |
| Whether domestic violence or coke deals | |
| See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal | |
| And when I kill kids they say shame on me | |
| Who the **** told you to put they names on me? | |
| White man made me venom to eliminate | |
| Especially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate | |
| Just get in 'em, then I renovate | |
| Flesh, bone, ain't nothing for me to penetrate | |
| And it can happen so swiftly | |
| One false move might just shift me | |
| If I'm in-lodged and your soul's not claimed | |
| I'll remind that ass when it's about to rain like | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs? | |
| If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm | |
| Strange that is, when all exits are final | |
| Point blank range that is | |
| My attitude is cold and callous | |
| Killed Kings in Tennessee | |
| Presidents in Dallas | |
| And if the past be known, at last we know | |
| What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll | |
| It's what made a widow of Jackie O. | |
| The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though | |
| Fatality shot entered from the right temple | |
| Was not fired from a six-story window | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple, | |
| But yet remains so painful to rekindle | |
| I come through your city I'm hot | |
| Whether you're jiggy or not | |
| Whether your Biggie or 'Pac | |
| "When the Gun Draws" | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Jamerson, Porter | |
| feat. Denaun Porter | |
| Chorus: | |
| First the gun draws and you know, that something' s happening | |
| Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly | |
| Be prepared because, war is coming | |
| You can' t be scared now, when the streets is calling you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Good evening, | |
| My name' s Mr. Bullet | |
| I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger | |
| So make a note, take a vote | |
| Quick man, nickname' s Quaker Oates ' cause | |
| Whether domestic violence or coke deals | |
| See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal | |
| And when I kill kids they say shame on me | |
| Who the told you to put they names on me? | |
| White man made me venom to eliminate | |
| Especially when I' m in the hood, I never discriminate | |
| Just get in ' em, then I renovate | |
| Flesh, bone, ain' t nothing for me to penetrate | |
| And it can happen so swiftly | |
| One false move might just shift me | |
| If I' m inlodged and your soul' s not claimed | |
| I' ll remind that ass when it' s about to rain like | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs? | |
| If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm | |
| Strange that is, when all exits are final | |
| Point blank range that is | |
| My attitude is cold and callous | |
| Killed Kings in Tennessee | |
| Presidents in Dallas | |
| And if the past be known, at last we know | |
| What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll | |
| It' s what made a widow of Jackie O. | |
| The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though | |
| Fatality shot entered from the right temple | |
| Was not fired from a sixstory window | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple, | |
| But yet remains so painful to rekindle | |
| I come through your city I' m hot | |
| Whether you' re jiggy or not | |
| Whether your Biggie or ' Pac | |
| " When the Gun Draws" | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Jamerson, Porter | |
| feat. Denaun Porter | |
| Chorus: | |
| First the gun draws and you know, that something' s happening | |
| Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly | |
| Be prepared because, war is coming | |
| You can' t be scared now, when the streets is calling you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Good evening, | |
| My name' s Mr. Bullet | |
| I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger | |
| So make a note, take a vote | |
| Quick man, nickname' s Quaker Oates ' cause | |
| Whether domestic violence or coke deals | |
| See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal | |
| And when I kill kids they say shame on me | |
| Who the told you to put they names on me? | |
| White man made me venom to eliminate | |
| Especially when I' m in the hood, I never discriminate | |
| Just get in ' em, then I renovate | |
| Flesh, bone, ain' t nothing for me to penetrate | |
| And it can happen so swiftly | |
| One false move might just shift me | |
| If I' m inlodged and your soul' s not claimed | |
| I' ll remind that ass when it' s about to rain like | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs? | |
| If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm | |
| Strange that is, when all exits are final | |
| Point blank range that is | |
| My attitude is cold and callous | |
| Killed Kings in Tennessee | |
| Presidents in Dallas | |
| And if the past be known, at last we know | |
| What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll | |
| It' s what made a widow of Jackie O. | |
| The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though | |
| Fatality shot entered from the right temple | |
| Was not fired from a sixstory window | |
| Can it be that it was all so simple, | |
| But yet remains so painful to rekindle | |
| I come through your city I' m hot | |
| Whether you' re jiggy or not | |
| Whether your Biggie or ' Pac | |
| " When the Gun Draws" | |
| Chorus |
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