but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun
Traduction: Ice-T. Big Gun.
she carries a big gun. Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun
Fab what up nigga Funeral Service, Killa Season, Slime Flu Lot of shit going on Let's get ready to go in though [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Huh, I said, ice in
friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo' You ain't dealing with the same
're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that you're really
the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don't touch the
I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him Ya heard me? {50 you tough} Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn't enough Ya
[Chorus 2x] Don't make (Don't make) Me Kill (Me kill) No motherfucking body in here (in here) I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Three shots (Three shots) Somebody
't have no wheels to go get it M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big
Bitch! Ooooo You can't buy what's in my closet if you had stacks instead of wallets And for you fucking haters who don't like it I can't see you past
Batty, Yeah Baby Whezzy Wee Is A Playa Baby, And I Don't Share Babies So If You Searchin For Some Bitch Ain't Nothin Here, Baby Catch Me Throwin An Eighty
know you got yours I got mine [Chorus:] Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) Big bank take lil bank (lil bank) Big bank
, angels We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do Respect, power, kush, sour Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
t know how I react Like, I don't know where the party's at You're foamin at the mouth, losin breath Like a cardiac arrest, but I ain't impressed Cause
if you was Vanilla Ice... Yo guess what... my nuuuuuuuuutz Here I go with the lyrical miracle... spiritual spiritual...you dont wanna hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't
Niggas eatin on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath away When you don't got time, you ain't never late Come so victory
-rock Tee Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers car stealers, big time drug dealers Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin
