I'm facing problems everyday I can’t solve 'em everyday They want the truth everyday I’m being honest everyday I wake up everyday Smoke this blunt everyday Go to work everyday To make a buck everyday This one for the boy who grew up

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out 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

Riding shotty 'cause I got to roll this dope, it's a fast road (skrrt) So, you right Yeah, Gunner Ayy, ready to die But I can't I'm too alive Should've killed me when they tried Couldn't see me in the skies When you camouflaged, eating Pad Thai, hahaha I

I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles The gun still rattles, oh And I don't want a never ending life I just want to be alive while I'm here Spirits in my head and they won't I been looking

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of

They don't know who we be Another one of those (This is for my nigga Q) Down to earth joints (Rest in peace, baby You know how we roll) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)

Choose the highest bidder was my answer Schoolyard, junior high star Climb the wall to make the sun rise in time But the night had already begun The recess boys tried to buy the better girls Soft rock star when they told me I was up for sale Now here I

It just happened outta the blue A place here in my heart But somewhere in this new life I've begun It don't mean that I don't still love you And you'll always have I picked up the phone She said hey it's me I know it feels like forever since I've heard

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

Postin' drugs all the time, don't fall for it Postin' guns all the time, don't fall for it Postin' money all the time, don't fall for it Don't fall for it They probably gon' call this hate, but People always hate the truth, fuck it Promotin' Lean but