EVERYBODY'S GOT A GUN

DJ Ron Nelson

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He lives in Six Outskirts of T.O. Almost everybody there Have a gun that he know Jane, Region Park Jungle, Scarborough B-Town, Sauga Flemo, Etobicoke Long time ago Fought fist-to-fist Now he shoot and don't miss Keeps it shiny and crisp He's got a hit-list The plot takes a twist He's chillin' with his homie Thought that was his nigga Argument got bigger Somebody pull the trigger Now he's a real gangsta A stone-cold killer He's wanted, he's hunted Every single moment He's wicked and he torture Remember - he fought ya New guns, he bought you Shoot straight - he taught you Informer, he caught you Run fast - you ought to You thought you heard thunder But you're six-feet under Get flat Murderer he's a murderer Everybody get flat He's after you He's gonna murder ya Get flat Murder he's a murderer Everybody get flat He'll murder you He'll murder her Run, run, run Everybody's got a gun If you need protection You can come and buy one Run, run, run Everybody's got their gun Fort Erie border All the way to Eglinton Run, run, run Everybody's got a gun If you need protection You can come and buy one Run, run, run Everybody's got their gun USA border All the way to Flemingdon It ain't him, it's his guns That do the killing He'll take your life His guns willing Bullets wizzing Once he got that Murdering feeling No going back, no healing Walk with his guns Selling those guns Printing those guns On the news with those guns Playing, slaying with those guns Some of them stun Virgin Mother Mary told him He's the son of a gun Guns in Rexdale Guns in Flemo City Region, Palma Court Finger-triggers itchy Anxious, twitchy Hungry, thirsty, greedy Life dark and seedy Eyes red and weedy Hey don't tell him What his gun can and cannot do Remember he asked you before Who the fuck are you He said please don't tell me Who the fuck I am Old rich folks he scams He's evil, he's damned Get flat Murderer he's a murderer Everybody get flat He's after you He's gonna murder ya Get flat Murder he's a murderer Everybody get flat He'll murder you He'll murder her Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum I smell the blood Of a Jamaican gunman Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum I smell the blood Of a Toronto gunman Counterfeit billin' I put the ink in I ain't playing You ain't linking I need that money Pockets shrinking If they could only see What I'm thinking Spray the bathroom Your shit's stinking I smoked all your weed So now I'm drinking No diamonds sparkling, Twinkling No running, no hiding I'm hustling and grinding If I do the crime I put the time in I use perfect timing Rhyming when I'm criming I'm looking in the mirror Disguised in all black Going on a mission I might not come back New jacket on my back Weed in my backpack Don't snitch or rat Just a phone and a mack I'm the old pot Called the new kettle black 3D gun printer She's sitting on my lap Who robbed that bank With a just baseball bat Yeah, no disguise Just a Blue Jays cap Better watch your back Look over your shoulder You better have those guns Same ones that I sold you I'm coming, I told you You're bold but I'll fold you You're running, I'll catch you Snatch you and mash you You're trying to snake me I heard you hate me You underestimate me You can run, you can hide You can trace me But I'm ill and I'm crazy You can't take me Or try intimidate me You can't erase me My guns haven't seen you lately You're just a baby My guns fastey One day soon, maybe You're gonna have to face me Get flat Murderer he's a murderer Everybody get flat He's after you He's gonna murder ya Get flat Murder he's a murderer Everybody get flat He'll murder you He'll murder her Run, run, run Everybody's got a gun If you need protection You can come and buy one Run, run, run Everybody's got their gun Fort Erie border All the way to Eglinton Run, run, run Everybody's got a gun If you need protection You can come and buy one Run, run, run Everybody's got their gun USA border All the way to Flemingdon Flemo City