Gang Starr - Tons O Guns lyrics

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tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped

tons o' guns got to watch the way you act

tons o' guns real easy to get

tons o' guns bringing nothing but death

tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays

it's big money and you know crime pays

check your nearest overpopulated ghetto

they greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello

mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like that

want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick

kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz

five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures

it's crazy there ain't no time to really chill

jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill

22's 25's 44's 45's

mack elevens ak's taking mad lives

what the fuck you gonna do in a situation

it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation

tons o' guns

tons o' guns you got we got they got

the state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos

i know a kid who just passed the other day

they shot him sixteen times so there he lay

you can pray for this shit to like cease

but until then a nigga's going to pack a piece

and yo the devil's got assasination squads

want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god

they got camps where they train they learn to take aim

at a nigga like a piece of game

and i'm not seeing that, them days are gone

'cos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belong

so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn

fuck the bullshit pain and suffering

i'm coming off with a foolproof plan

as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand

i stand in the face of hatred

letting off mad shots making devils run naked

tons o' guns

tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped

tons o' guns got to watch the way you act

tons o' guns real easy to get

tons o' guns bringing nothing but death

tons o' guns but i don't glorify

'cos more guns will come and much more will die

why, yo i don't know black

some motherfuckers just be living like that

they like to feel the chrome in their hands

the shit makes them feel like little big man

twelve years old catching wreck

'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check

people get wounded, others they perish

and what about the mother and the child she cherish

the city is wild up steps the wild child

tension anger living in danger

what the fuck you gonna do in a situation

it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation

tons o' guns