Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to Heaven? Can I take my gun up to
Traduction: Craquelin. Puis-je prendre mon fusil vers le ciel?.
runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list So I laugh til I
to take so I Kept my mind fry Slimmed for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with
rich commerce rain Though the voices I no longer hear speak Heaven's to blame so on that I'll abstain Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail
pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ??? And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
me for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
the church of nativity's come under fire So you can tell I?m getting close to my goal Of creating a world where i can torture every soul and [Chorus
is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man I kno ya heard Obama And I
a NBA ref I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya
Can't feel my toes All I need is an eight ball, and a picher of amborose 20 thousand, dalante west can fuck my mother 50 thousand, he can sodamize my
