Loaded Gun

Lyrics

[Intro: Lu Jerz] Loaded gun Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang [Hook: Lu Jerz] Feels like a loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Aimin' right, bang Aimin' right at my head Loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Firin' up, bang, at my head Walkin' through life Not really knowin' what's gonna happen Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin' The streets keep callin', bang There's no time for talkin' [Verse 1: Tsu Surf] So what you wanna know first? These streets or these drugs, which one is worse? Well damn, shit, this a cold world Could only prep a nigga right for a warm hearse I know, so many niggas tryin' to cap Tsu 'Cause this buzz big and this hat blue So many answers in this capsule At the point where I'm feelin' like I have to Well, ever felt you wanna get away? Man, I hate when that happen and shit 'Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip But fuckin' with the same vice or gettin' back with the bitch Dark room, thoughts, weed Demons spread from nothin' but sweat Thinkin', thinkin' like French kissin' the fifth Right? Right? Or maybe Russian roulette? Four thorns break tore apart [?] Couple blunts but I swear I bought more to spark It'll be a long night Think I shoulda took a left, made the wrong right And still tryin' to right wrongs Shit, these troubles seem life long Survive, I try to Paint pictures daily as Picasso Grandma pray and I don't But I'm here so it's workin', shit, it gotta be How can somethin' I give so much to Still wanna take a lot of me? Shit, we don't dare to ask Oh shit, we don't care to ask If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won't hear the blast [Hook: Lu Jerz] Feels like a loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Aimin' right, bang Aimin' right at my head Loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Firin' up, bang, at my head Walkin' through life Not really knowin' what's gonna happen Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin' The streets keep callin', bang There's no time for talkin' [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Thinkin' what am I here for? Sometime a nigga feel dead Thinkin' what do I care for? Just a fucked up pill head Nothin' left, can't share more Just know a nigga tried, Lord But an old addicts, old habits Give another meaning to the term 'Vice Lord' And I still ain't spoke to my pop We should have handled this much sooner Don't agree with me, just be with me After all I'm still your junior Look, got two tryin' to make me choose They don't get this shit cut close If I could ever tell 'em the truth I might say I'm in love with both And that can't be the answer No, gotta go see grandpa I'm up here fightin' with broads He down South fightin' with cancer And I can't make that same mistake That I made years ago with grandma Gotta put my career on hold And go see him while I still got the chance to Stained by what I can't do, this pain substantial And a millionaire couldn't come and solve it Nah, this debt ain't financial Nah, more like a loaded gun And these thoughts keep stalkin' I'm caught in between a war of words What's worse I'm the only one talkin' [Hook: Lu Jerz] Feels like a loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Aimin' right, bang Aimin' right at my head Loaded gun, bang Loaded gun, loaded gun Firin' up, bang, at my head Walkin' through life Not really knowin' what's gonna happen Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin' The streets keep callin', bang There's no time for talkin'