paroles de chanson Gun Harmonizing (feat. Crooked I) - Crooked I , Royce da 5'9"
"Somebody
lift
me
up,
yeahhh
And
give
me
a
hannnnnd
Give
me
a
ride,
I'm
slidin
off
the
highway
There's
a
curve
in
the
road
I
don't
know
when
I'm
going,
crazy"
Verbalizin
my
fiend
murder
Communicatin
while
you
debatin
usin
machine
squirters
Brrap,
that
trigger's
my
tongue,
I
let
you
lick
it
Nigga
that,
fo'-fifth'll,
lift
a
nigga,
whole
clique
up
The
Lord
call
for
your
soul,
it's
time
to
go
pick
up
Answer
the
horn,
it's
blowin
at
you,
you
cold
stiff
up
My
heat,
heatin
my
whole
hip
up,
all
we
do
is
court
strippers
Your
metal
freezin
like
it's
a
morgue
zipper
I
(I)
ride
around
with
Preme
Not
the
Preme
from
Queens,
but
the
Preme
from
DWYCK.
'Bout
to
change
the
game,
'bout
to
fly
the
desert,
eagle
For
y'all
people
like
the
wing's
the
clip,
and
the
barrel's
the
beak
My
perilous
fleece,
I'ma
throw
on
them
diamonds
I'm
a
pharaoh
deceased,
like
a
spawn
was
rhymin
And,
I
would
advice
ya
not
attempt
to
New
Temptations,
the
gun
harmonizin
Every
bullet's
a
note
I
write
with
a
firing
pen
every
time
the,
trigger
pull
it's
a
quote
Inside
a
poof
full
of
smoke
Sniffin
lines
of
that
gunpowder
I'm
hotter
than
a
pair
of
boots
and
a
coat
And
a
turtleneck
The
best
rapper
alive
could
be
the
best
rapper
that
died,
a
murderous
If
you
ain't
get
it
by
now
I'm
suicidal
I'm
wild,
a
nigga
better
than
me
is
who
I
ain't
heard
of
yet
So
I
ain't
murdered
yet
He
ain't
even
been
born,
his
momma's
a
virgin,
she
ain't
even
furtile
yet
Prepare
to
get
back
- next
time
you
take
a
shit
Stand
and
turn
around
and
look
in
the
toilet
then
compare
me
to
THAT
Don't
compare
me
to
none
of
these
motherfuckin
Wannabe
hustlers
tough
until
they
standin
in
front
of
me
duckin
It's
off
with
yo'
head
nigga
'less
you
one
of
them
Dodgers
We
sound
off
as
one,
we
gun
harmonize!
This
shit
is
musical,
my
spit
is
beautiful
And
if
the
best
rapper
died
we'd
be
sittin
at
Nickel's
funeral
But
we
ain't
dyin
cause
our
trigger
finger
nail
you
As
quick
as
you
clip
a
cuticle,
hollows'll
hit
your
follicles
I
split
your
wig
from
far
away
like
a
long
arm
barber
Then
lift
your
weight
like
a
strong
arm
robber
Put
that
on
Moses,
I
rely
on
my
ride
As
sure
as
Satan's
tongue
lyin
to
God,
everybody
dyin
It's
like
you
standin
in
a
circular
firing
squad
Singers
for
hire
I
find
him
a
job
You
see
the
gauge
baritone,
the
revolver's
a
tenor
Way
the
shots
spin
your
body
I'ma
call
'em
"The
Spinners"
Call
'em
"Earth,
Wind
& Fire",
put
you
beneath
the
earth,
wind
and
fire
Feel
the
fire
that
burnt
Richard
Pryor
I'm
keepin
two
guns,
I
named
'em
Romeo
and
Juliet
Make
you
take
five
like
you
and
your
homies
on
the
movie
set
BLAOW!
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