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

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

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

But I don't own a single gun I don't own a single gun But if I did you'd be the one To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run I don't have a sweetheart yet But if I did I'd break my neck To please her, make her want to stay in my arms she'd rest

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

So how about a shotgun wedding? What about your dignity? What about a different setting? What about me? All your daddy's wishes honored, all of that security What about a shotgun wedding? What about me? Ten years out of high school, still no idea what to

Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook Son, they shook Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts

Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One god to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151,