Well, my left hand's free Well, your left hand's free Pick a petal eenie meenie miney moe And, flower, you're the chosen one And your right's in a grip With another left hand Watch his right hand slip Towards his gun, oh, no Hey, Heyshady baby, I'm hot like

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror

Steady bitin' the sounds (steady bitin' sounds) I'm a big dripper, you a sound stealer (sound stealer) They tryna steal the sound, dawg (tryna steal the sound) You a style stealer, we just ride, nigga (ride) I make hits, nigga, ask around (ask around)

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

They give us guns and drugs Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs They wanna count the slugs Then come around here and fuck with us Every hood's the same Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh) I'm from the land of the gang bang Since I was

It's alright, it's alright Told you once about your friends And neighbors They were always seeking But they'll never find it Where to go and where to see It's always been this way And it can never be Give it all and ask for no return

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

So you think that it's over? So you think that it's done? The fields of unforgiveness never die, they've just begun Lakes of fire filled with regret Took your chances, your losses won't let you forget You thought you'd elude life's sorrows, emptiness and