Metro, let's try something (dope) It's Drop top If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I'm a ex con, used to sell crack at the Texaco Known for toting guns and it's what I'm on probation for

(What the hell's got into you?) Young Guns, Having some fun Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run. Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties. See me, single and free No tears, no fears, what I want to be.

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just

For street niggas livin with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up during these times For police that find drugs let niggas slide For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For

(You know you did) You used to say live and let live But if this ever changin' world In which we live in Makes you give in and cry Say live and let die Live and let die When you were young and your heart Was an open book

(What the hell's got into you?) Young Guns, Having some fun Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run. Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties. See me, single and free No tears, no fears, what I want to be.

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

You gotta stick to your guns Show the world that it's no cheap deal This is your life Young love is what you feel Young lovers fight But young love is right When your young love is real With a feeling so sure With a feeling so real When you know that

My ghetto gospel Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last Into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior Without the sound of guns Uh, hit em with a little ghetto gospel If I could recollect before my hood

Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And