Tonz'O'Gunz

Violence is wrong in America Violence is wrong abroad It's wrong to be violent Defending black women And black children And black babies And black men And it's wrong for America To back us And make us fly abroad In defence of her Tons of guns Everybody's gettin strapped Tons' of guns Got to watch the way you act Tons of guns Real easy to get Tons of guns Bringing nothing but death Tons of guns Are on the streets out there It's big money And you know crime pays Check your neighbors Overpopulating ghetto They greet you with a pistol Not trying to say hello Mad kids pack Cause thee neighborhood's like that Want some shit That's fat Cause they can do a stint Kids pulling triggers Niggers killing niggers I avoid this shit And wait until the death toll figures It's crazy There ain't no time to really chill Jealous mother fuckers Always want to outkill 22s, 25s, 44s, 45s MKIIs, AKs, taking mad lives What the fuck you going to do In a situation It's like you need to have steel Just to feel relaxation Tons of guns Tons of guns You got, we got, they got The state of affairs You it's like mad chaos I know a kid who just passed the other day They shot him 16 times So there he lay You can pray for the shit to like cease But until then A nigger's going to pack a piece And you know the devil's got assassination squads Want to kill niggers Cause they're scared of God They got camps where they train They learn to take aim At a nigger Like a piece of game And I'm not saying that Them days are gone Cause now we got guns To put them where they belong So the old war from inner Brooklyn Fuck the bullshit, pain and suffering I'm coming off with a foolproof plan As if each and every lyric was worth a hundred grand I stand in the face of hatred Letting off mad shots Making devils run naked Tons of guns Tons of guns Everybody's gettin strapped Tons' of guns Got to watch the way you act Tons of guns Real easy to get Tons of guns Bringing nothing but death Tons of guns But I don't glorify it Cause more guns will come And much more will die Why? Well, I don't know black Some mother fuckers just be living like that They like to feel the chrome in their hands The shit makes them feel like little big men 12 years old Catching rap Cause there ain't no supervision Putting kids in check People get wondered After they perish And what about the mother And the child she cherish The city is wild Upsets the wild child Tension, anger Living in danger What the fuck you going to do In a situation It's like you need to have steel Just to feel relaxation Tons of guns Tons of guns Tons of guns Tons of guns Tons of guns Tons of guns