Under The Gun - Lyrics - Mr Moonlight - Foreigner

Title: Under The Gun
Album: Mr Moonlight
Artist: Foreigner
Composer(s): Lou Gramm, Mick Jones

Lyric:
Good girl on a bad day
She needs love in a bad way
Victim in a red dress
She won't give no more and don't take no less

Walking up the west side
She bought a ticket for the long ride
Well, she's ripe for the take
But it's no show, late night
Talkin' 'bout no go, red light

When she put on a show
How far will she go
She says yes when she means no

Under the gun
She can't walk away
She can't run
Under the gun, yeah, under the gun

She's got wicked intentions
She'll use less than conventional ways
She'll do things I can't mention
But there are some games
That she just won't play

Walking on the wild side
She bought a ticket for the long ride
Yeah, she's mine for the take
But it's no show, late night
Talkin' 'bout no go, red light

When she put on a show
How far will she go
She says yes when she means no

Under the gun
She can't walk away
You can't run
Under the gun, yeah, yeah, under the gun

Under the gun
Now, she can't walk away
You can't run
Under the gun, under the gun

When she put on a show
How far will she go
She says yes when she means no

Under the gun
She can't walk away
She can't run
Under the gun, yeah, yeah, under the gun

Under the gun
You can't walk away
You can't run
Under the gun, under the gun

Under the gun
Now, you can't walk away
You can't run
Under the gun, under the gun

Under the gun
You can't walk away
Under the gun

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Animalize - Kiss

Title: Under The Gun
Album: Animalize
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Paul Stanley, D Child, Paul Caravello

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Lyric:
Lookin' for a thrill, you'll get it my way
Let's hit the highway, I'll take you down
Shoot out in the night, lookin' for action
The main attraction is back in town

Press the pedal to the metal
On your mark, set, go

Under the gun, do your livin' on the trigger
Under the gun, walk on the wire
Under the gun, when the stakes are gettin' bigger
Under the gun, take aim and fire

I don't need a reason to get crazy
I'm gettin' crazy and that's enough
Show me somethin' strange, I'll make it stranger
I swear that danger runs in my blood

Press the pedal to the metal
On your mark, set, go
When the dust begins to settle
Everybody's gonna know

Under the gun, do your livin' on the trigger
Under the gun, walk on the wire
Under the gun, when the stakes are gettin' bigger
Under the gun, take aim and fire

Fire
Fire
Fire

Well there's no speed limit where I'm comin' from
Let's hit the highway doin' sixty nine

Press the pedal to the metal
On your mark, set, go
When the dust begins to settle
Everybody's gonna know

Under the gun, do your livin' on the trigger
Under the gun, walk on the wire
Under the gun, when the stakes are gettin' bigger
Under the gun jus' take aim and fire

Under the gun, under the gun
Under the gun, under the gun
Come on boys
I can't hear you
Fire

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Waking Ashland

Title: Under The Gun
Artist: Waking Ashland
Composer(s): Jonathan Wesley Jones, Ryan Lallier

Lyric:
When it rains, it pours down
And I am left with no cover
I'm being watched like a TV
It makes sleeping much harder

You can't fix what's never been broken
You can't even hide it
You can't change what's never been spoken
We're so alike, except

Seems like I'm a good laugh
Seems like I'm failure
But you're to blame

Under the gun
I watched your eyes change blue to green
Under the gun
The tension fills the room
We push ourselves away

We go days without talking
The silence brings us no answers
We gave our final exchanges
Here's one loss for another

You can't fix what's always been broken
You can't even hide it
You can't change what's never been spoken
We're so alike, except

Seems like I'm a good laugh
Seems like I'm failure
But you're to blame

Under the gun
I watched your eyes change blue to green
Under the gun
And the tension of being in a box, slowly dying
I'm closer to making a big mistake

Under the gun
You put me under the gun

Under the gun
I watched your eyes change blue to green
Under the gun
The tension fills the room

You put me under the gun
I watched your eyes change blue to green
Under the gun
The tension of being in a box, slowly dying

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Asia

Title: Under The Gun
Artist: Asia
Composer(s): Geoff Downes, John Timothy Payne

Lyric:
As the world is caving in
From the pressures of the day
And you feel that you can't win
But you know you'll have to stay

We have to toe the line
It's so hard to take the pace
You're a better man than I
In the perfect human race

So we live under the gun
We live under the gun

See the writing on the wall
In the city's caves of steel
Hear the echoes of the night
Will the anger ever heal?

So we live under the gun
We live under the gun

We live under the gun
We live

Your mind control, your gift of lies
You, brother, dear we're screaming
You said you cared, we needed you
You, mother, now you're leaving

So we live under the gun
We live under the gun

We live under the gun
We live under the gun

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Lita - Lita Ford

Title: Under The Gun
Album: Lita
Artist: Lita Ford
Composer(s): Lita Ford

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Lyric:
Are you a hero, or are you the lonely one?
Do you ever get scared, don't you ever feel pain?
Under the loaded gun

You are a Romeo, with nowhere to run
You are the winner that loses in the end
Under the gun

So you stand up and fight for what you believe
There is no wrong or right, there is no black or white
Now the time has come, it's your turn to die
Under the gun, under the gun

How many heartaches can one man take?
How many lonely dreams are shattered
By one man's mistake?

So shed a tear for the tough guy, now the damage is done
No one to justify the truth, my friend, hey
When you're under the gun

So you stand up and fight for what you believe
There is no wrong or right, there is no black or white
Now the time has come, it's your turn to die
Under the gun, under the gun, yeah

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Man On The Run - Lyrics - Molly Hatchet

Title: Man On The Run
Artist: Molly Hatchet
Composer(s): T Manning, G Harrison, D Roland, J Armstrong, T Deluca

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Lyric:
I pack my bags
Strappin' on a friend
Make it lucky
On this road that never ends

Swear I didn't do it
The jury said I did
Busted out of prison
Ain't goin' back again

'Cause I'm a man
Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun
Yes I'm a man on the run

Travelin' a little light
I'm built for speed
Leavin' no traces
Of this mine fine lead

If you want to love me
You better not wait
'Cause if you blink your eyes, girl
It'll be too late

'Cause I'm a man
Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun

Yes I'm a man
Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun
'Cause I'm a man on the run

'Cause I'm a man
Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun

I'm a man
Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun
'Cause I'm a man on the run

Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun

I'm a man
Man on the run
Livin' fast, runnin' hard
Always under the gun

Yes I'm a man
Man on the run
Yes I'm a man
Man on the run

Yes I'm a man
Man on the run
Yes I'm a man
Man on the run

Yes I'm a man
Man on the run
Yes I'm a man
Man on the run

Yes I'm a man

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Kris Kristofferson

Title: Under The Gun
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): Glen A Arlen Clark, Kris Kristofferson

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Lyric:
Break a man, break a promise
Break a heart, break a home
Take a long hard look at a heaven
Gone to hell under the gun

See the child, young and hungry
Growing wild, on the run
And he'll die reaching for freedom
He was born under the gun

Swollen men, blind with power
Break the rules, one by one
With their lies raising the danger
Of their games under the gun

No more time, no more chances
No more wars will be won
In the end only the losers
Hold the land under the gun

Hold the truth like a candle
Let it shine like the sun
On the love that's left to believe in
In a world under the gun

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Sisters Of Mercy

Title: Under The Gun
Artist: Sisters Of Mercy
Composer(s): Billie Hughes, Andrew William H Taylor, Roxanne Seeman

Lyric:
You don't have to say you're sorry
To look on further down the line
Into the sun, too close at Heaven
Love is fine but you can't hold it like a

Two worlds apart and two together
Into that good night kiss away
One takes the hard, one the other
Kiss a way

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
When the road gets too tough
Is your love strong enough?

Are you living?
Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?

Are you living?
Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?

Do you feel your head is full of thunder?
Questions never end?
Empty nights alone, no wonder
It all comes back again

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've

Are you living for love?
Are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've
(One, two, three, four)

Forget the many steps to Heaven
It never happened and it ain't so hard
Sappiness is a loaded weapon
And a short cut is better by far

Explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
At a million miles an hour
Abrasive wheels and molten metals
It's a semi-automatic, get in the car

Corrosive heart and frozen heat
We're worlds apart where we could meet
Where the street fold round and the motors start
And the idiot wields the power

Where the chosen hold the highest card
On the field of honor where the ground is hard
So the highest hand is joking wild
And the house soon fold and no one stand

I put my finger on and dialed
The tower, the moon, the gun
And nine nine nine, singer down
Cloudburst and all around

The first are last, the blessed get wired
The best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
Heat-seeking, out of the sun

You can set the controls for the heart or the knees
And the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
Get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
Everything under the gun

Are you living for love?
Are you living?
Are you living for love?

Are you living for love?
Are you living?
Are you living for love?

Are you living for love?
Are you living?
Are you living for love?

Are you living for love?

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Bop Gun (One Nation) - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Bop Gun (One Nation)
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Walter Morrison, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
So, wide you can't get around it
So, low you can't get under it
So, high you can't get over it
I, can't get over it

Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in

1993, much more bounce
Ice cube comin' with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
Atomic dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'Cause Bertha Butt did her damn boogie with her crew

But I'd rather boo you
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' hits
One nation under a groove gettin' down for the funk of it
Tear the roof of this mother like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
With the groove I only got
We shall all be moved

Ready or not, here we come
Gettin' down for the one which we believe in
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin' with our toys
M-1, 'cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get funked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill in

You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best
Comin' from the west

Kickin' that hits be occupied
Dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin' them dips, CD skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say, "Do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale

'Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the black hole
May I'll big bang you with my black pole
So, flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun

Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in

One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

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Under The God - Lyrics - Tin Machine - David Bowie

Title: Under The God
Album: Tin Machine
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Bowie

Lyric:
Skin dance back-a-the condo
Skin heads getting to school
Beating on blacks with a baseball bat
Racism back in rule

White trash picking up Nazi flags
While you was gone, there was war
This is the west, get used to it
They put a Swastika over the door

Under the God, under the God
One step over the red line
Under the God, under the God
Ten steps into the crazy, crazy

Washington heads in the toilet bowl
Don't see supremacist hate
Right wing dicks in their boiler suits
Picking out who to annihilate

Toxic jungle of Uzi trails
Tribesmen just wouldn't live here
Fascist flare is fashion cool
Well, you're dead, you just ain't buried yet

Under the God, under the God
Under the God, under the God

As the walls came tumbling down
So, the secrets that we shared
I believed you by the palace gates
Now the savage days are here

Under the God

Under the God, under the God
One step over the red line
Under the God, under the God
One steps into the crazy, crazy

Crazy eyed man with a shot gun
Hot headed creep with a knife
Love and peace and harmony
Love you could cut with a knife

Under the God, under the God
Under the God, under the God

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Back Up Against The Wall - Lyrics - Travis Tritt

Title: Back Up Against The Wall
Artist: Travis Tritt
Composer(s): J R Cobb, Buddy Buie

Lyric:
I was dealin' up and down the highway
Till they caught me with a heavy load
They sentenced me to hard labor
Workin' on the side of the road

Now I don't deny I was guilty
And I know I broke the law
I was hungry and broke and couldn't see no hope
And my back was up against the wall

Now I'm right outside your window
Honey open up and let me in
I broke out of jail this mornin'
And I ain't never goin' back again

I just had to stop by for a minute
And I can't stay long at all
'Cause I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall

I was shackled to a three time loser
A man named Jefferson
One night we got to talkin'
And I asked him what he'd done

He said a man fell over my razor
In the middle of a barroom brawl
But don't you see it was him or me
And my back was up against the wall

Now I'm right outside your window
Honey open up and let me in
I broke out of jail this mornin'
And I ain't never goin' back again

I just had to stop by for a minute
And I can't stay long at all
'Cause I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall

Now I'm right outside your window
Honey open up and let me in
I broke out of jail this mornin'

And I ain't never goin' back again
I just had to stop by for a minute
And I can't stay long at all
'Cause I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall

I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall
Yeah I gotta run you see I'm under the gun
And my back is up against the wall

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I Gotta Try - Lyrics - Kenny Loggins

Title: I Gotta Try
Artist: Kenny Loggins
Composer(s): Kenneth Clark Loggins, Michael H Mcdonald

Lyric:
Maybe it's true what they say about it
Maybe we can't make the ends meet
Maybe we'll all have to do without it
Maybe this world's just incomplete

Still we all look for truth in our lives
Searching from different sides
If it's so hard living in a desperate world
But we all do the best that we can

Some people dream a change
Some will remain the same
All of us live their lives
Under the gun

Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try

Maybe there's too much to think about
Maybe there just ain't nothing left to say
But if our time's really running out
Then this is no time to run away

'Cause we're destined to look for truth in this life
Blinded by tearful eyes
If it's no use trying in a desperate world
Then tell me, why was I born?

Some people see a change
Some will remain the same
All of us live their lives
Under the gun

Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try

Lonely, living so lonely
Is it too late
To turn it all around?

Some people dream a change
Some will remain the same
All of us live their lives
Under the gun

Some see the road as clear
Some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight
But I say, I gotta try

I gotta change
The world just remains the same
All of us live our lives
Under the gun

Someone's sleeping
Someone's giving up

Someone's trying
Someone's crying out
Still we live under the gun

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Everyday - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Everyday
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): M Vats, Thomas Anderson, Carl Thomas, Malik Cox, Robert Relf, Lamont Porter

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Lyric:
Yeah, yo ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit
Eleven hundred on sunset burn the strip trying choose which freak
Can drive the whip you know the five double oh you know how it go
You know all the hoes be bad to the toes pose centerfolds
Smoke in the gold you know how I be, drop Z3 meet one freak
Bleek two heats nigga that's the rules, get at you dudes, niggas see

My feet be like look at them shoes straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck
Before they get a nut, first head in the truck shit
We do 60, canberry Bentley, this what'chu want
Hoe come and get me, you know the move
It gotta be right before you push the Z give me head at the lights

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Yo, yo she could push the Plymouth, switch while I'm in it
You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute
She know that the Memph give a hundred percent
She can see the jewels shine from under the tints
Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints
Or your wife giving head from under the tints
You know that the crew willin' in the turtle top
State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got

'Cause when they see the platinum, that be them
In the Range gettin' brains or the drop BM
Who you know that can stop these mens?
I'm come through in the Cadi, the color of gin
Somethin' clear you can see right in
Don't mistake the passenger, your wife was in
I let her underhand me, give me brain in the Banji
While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Everyday it's just the same and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Yo check it, uh ay yo watch the wife, she don't play
You seen how she scratched the CLK she hate mamas
'Cause they roll shotgun and when they smoke they
Like to take shotguns and when I fuck I hit like shotguns
Violate me, get beat with shotguns I can fight, I know I'm a boxer
See Bleek in the hardtop Boxer down in 'Frisco poppin' my collars

Smoke champelly, all black Impala 3 Wheelin', Hennessey spillin'
Fuck the world, that's how Bleek feelin' cherry red M3, that's me
When you be like damn you killin' 'em, that's me
You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes
Blue as the watch face the watch stay faced, nigga

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

Everyday it's just the same though and we just trying to see tomorrow
As we try to pay attention to the people we are
I'm just trying to have some fun live my life and own my gun
I know I can't live forever

I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah
I'm just tryna do what's right
Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no

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Under The Gun - Lyrics - Perfect Strangers - Deep Purple

Title: Under The Gun
Album: Perfect Strangers
Artist: Deep Purple
Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger David Glover

Lyric:
Infidel can you hear, would be strange delight
I need you to give your sympathy tonight
When you hear what I say, deeds I've done
Realize I've never lost and never won

I've got a feeling that it's never right
There was a reason but it's out of sight
It's going down somewhere tonight
Under the gun

Put death in my hand, learn to fight
Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right
We got no choice under command
We're ordered to die or take this land

Stupid bastards and religious freaks
So safe in their castle keeps
They turn away as a mother weeps
Under the gun

When brave men fall under crimson skies
There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's eyes
Tears will dry for those I kill
Remember no more their names but someone will

The only way to be victorious
Screw the fools who think it's glorious
Who gives a toss about the likes of us
Under the gun

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Judgement Night {From Judgement Night} - Lyrics - Tales From The B-Side - Biohazard

Title: Judgement Night {From Judgement Night}
Album: Tales From The B-Side
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): K Jones, D Schuler, M Fletcher, F Scruggs, W Graziedei, R Hambel, E Seinfeld, C Parker, T Taylor

Lyric:
Judgement night
Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night, in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Over here and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees
I'm coolin in your freezer, he's a breezer
I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack and I make shit get wild

Run it by, bust to start, to punch others front
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain like a tweezer
The sinister thief shaded to six feet deep for the misdemeanor
Offender, the back bender, corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender

Never perpetratin', so ain't no lurkin' in the dark
I'm lurkin' near the workin' niggaz heart, c'mon
Used to be a gambler when I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, Shorty back might damage her

Who's this here, state my facts and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining
Studies in the light right now while we wreak fuckin' havoc

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Come inside with His Highness, the illinest
Killin' 'em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter ugliness, ruggedness under the rug
Drugs and his money strikes confidence

Chopped in the days and the blazin' smell
Then the realm of a seance, I blackloose guns
Comin' to the project, walls with A K's
We're talkin' days, word that you son
You really want some next shit? Some blood on the exit?

Onyx, watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo I keep 'em hollerin', Screamin' out for mercy minds
Of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head, you're dead not disbelievin'
Got the toxic rock to bring a nigga, Biohazard

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Yo, gimme that shit, you fuckin' bald headed bastard
What the evil nasty access? Mad shit to burn the acids
So ashes to ashes raps with the ghetto gats
And I'm doin', niggaz ruin 'em, showin' 'em my razzmatazz

Mainly a devil rebel, foul niggaz know we fuckin' wild
I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild so we's wild, capture the rapture
Come blackness after, I swear to fuckin' God I raise Hell
And make the white man call me master, I'm six, six, six

And need to repent to the pastor so fuck the radio
And close your ears but read my lips, I rips and if you eat my words
I'll leave your strung like umm umm umm, it was on the tip of my tongue
But now it's stuck in between my throat, I can't breath so I lick it

Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin' a black dick
And if it takes the death of me to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say, my words get in the way

They render me speechless, oh black Jesus I'm cryin' inside
Couldn't give a fuck if I live or I die 'cause I'm just a slave
Who's brave but fuck pickin' cotton, I'd rather see my grave
So I meditated before I was created and if you prefer sorrow

Made me reincarnated, now I'm back rulin' MC's
But pussy niggaz increase, well then it's just another nigga
That gotta get greased, so if you wanna talk shit
In order to avoid a fight, say what the fuck you wanna say
Just spell my name right, yeah motherfucker

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night
...

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Public Enemy #1 - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Public Enemy #1
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Steve Perry, Nikki Sixx

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Lyric:
You and me, we're gonna escape tonight
On the run under the moonlight
Don't think about nothin'
No, don't think about nothin'

Tragedy, runnin' the red light
Hear the screams, another one dies tonight
Don't think about nothin'
Don't think about nothin'

Do you know how it feels to be wanted?
Do you know how it feels to be wanted?
Do you know how it feels, to be under the gun
On the run, having fun, when you're young
You're so young, when you're young, yeah

Public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)

Coming home, fast as the speed of sound
Loser's dreams, crashing to the ground
Don't think about nothin'
No, don't think about nothin'

You and me under the gun tonight
On the run, we're lost in the lime light
Don't think about nothin'
Because we're gonna get crazy, oh

Do you know how it feels to be wanted?
Do you know how it feels to be wanted?
Do you know how it feels, to be under the gun
On the run, having fun, when you're young
You're so young, when you're young, yeah

Public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
Yeah public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)

Do you know how it feels to be wanted?
Do you know how it feels to be wanted?
Do you know how it feels, to be under the gun
On the run, having fun, when you're young
You're so young, when you're young, yeah

Public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)

Public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)

Public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
I'm public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)
Public enemy

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Public enemy #1
(Oh yeah)

Hey
Hey
Hey

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I Gotta Try - Lyrics - Michael Mcdonald

Title: I Gotta Try
Artist: Michael Mcdonald
Composer(s): Kenneth Clark Loggins, Michael H Mcdonald

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Lyric:
Maybe it's true what they say about it
Maybe we can't make the ends meet
Maybe we'll all have to do without it
Maybe this world's just incomplete

Still we all look for the truth in our lives
Searching from different sides
So hard living in a desperate world
But we all do the best that we can

Some people see a change, some will remain the same
But all of them live their lives under the gun
Some see the road as clear, some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight, well I say I gotta try

Maybe there's too much to think about it
Maybe there ain't nothin' left to say
But if our time's really runnin' out
Then this is no time to run away

'Cause we're destined to look for the truth in this life
Blinded by tearful eyes
If it's no use tryin' in a desperate world
Then tell me why was I born

Some people see a change, some will remain the same
But all of them live their lives under the gun
Some see the road as clear, some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight, but I say I gotta try

Lonely living too lonely, is it too late?
To turn it all around

Some people see a change, some will remain the same
But all of them live their lives under the gun
Some see the road as clear, some say the end is here
They say it's a hopeless fight, but I say I gotta try

Someone's tryin', someone's cryin' out
While we live under the gun
Someone's livin', someone's givin' up

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Forever - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Forever
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, L Polipe, P Smith, M Goodwin

Lyric:
Ooh la la, Bangladesh
Heyyy

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo' shit
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
Nigga

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones thats right by ya
Fire

Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone

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Trigger Happy Tarantula - Lyrics - A Static Lullaby

Title: Trigger Happy Tarantula
Artist: A Static Lullaby
Composer(s): Dan Arnold, Joe Brown

Lyric:
Violent screams have me buckled down, I buckle down
From the way that it seems, we need a remedy
Embody me and kill this aching emptiness
These are just fantasies embalming me as I sleep

What if you covered the face of the sun
I am just a man, what gives me hope
I've shrouded the pain for too long, I'm under the gun
As I take a breath and take the plunge

We expose our fears
As these two cities burn
In the back of my mind
The will to move, the will to die

So I guess these tombs are
More suited for the living

Behind the curse reveals a man
And I'm broken down
Is it just possibly revealing me
No time to breathe

What if you covered the face of the sun
I am just a man, what gives me hope
I've shrouded the pain for too long, I'm under the gun
As I take your plunge, I take the plunge

We expose our fears
As these two cities burn
In the back of my mind
The will to hope, the will to die

What weathers him in the night
And if misery shadows fate
Then I've been caught, caught living on borrowed time
This is my life, life on a splintering thread

Open my eyes and blind this soul
Swing by the sway, clinched to the thread
This is my life at the hands of a serrated edge

Open my eyes and blind this soul
Tear from my mouth
The most violent screams

What if you covered the face of the sun
I am just a man, what gives me hope
I've shrouded the pain for too long, I'm under the gun
As I take a breath and take the plunge

We expose our fears
As these two cities burn
In the back of my mind
It's almost time, the will to move
It's almost time, the will to hope
It's almost time, the will to die

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Raise Your Hands - Lyrics - Slippery When Wet - Bon Jovi

Title: Raise Your Hands
Album: Slippery When Wet
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): John F Bongiovi, Richard S Sambora

Lyric:
You, you got a nasty reputation
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you

So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do

You're under the gun
Out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire

Out on the run
Under the gun
Playin' to win

Raise your hands
When you want to let it go
Raise your hands
When you want to let a feeling show

Raise your hands
From New York to Chicago
Raise your hands
From New Jersey to Tokyo

Whoa, whoa
Raise your hands

I, I've been out on the front line
Where you'll go down if you waste time
They'll walk all over you

But I, I ain't here lookin' for surrender
I'll raise the flag, if you'll defend her
It's up to you

You're under the gun
Out on a run
Gonna set the night on fire

Out on the run
Under the gun
Playin' to win

You got to raise your hands
When you want to let it go
Raise your hands
When you want to let a feeling show

Raise your hands
From New York to Chicago
Raise your hands
From New Jersey to Tokyo

Whoa, whoa
Raise your hands
Whoa, whoa
Raise your hands

Alright, lets go!

Raise your hands
Raise your hands

Raise your hands
When you want to let it go
Raise your hands
And you want to let a feeling show

Raise your hands
In New York to Chicago
Raise your hands
From New Jersey to Tokyo

Whoa, whoa
Raise your hands
Raise your hands
Raise your hands

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