Kalashnikov Guns Lyrics
| Song | Kalashnikov Guns |
| Artist | The Alchemist |
| Artist | Guilty Simpson |
| Album | Russian Roulette |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A demonstration of who the best is, | |
| Stress is when | |
| I afflict your death wish, | |
| Check this before | |
| I check you | |
| And tell you what the rest knew already | |
| We get it heavy, money bad, | |
| The crack or axe roll on your | |
| Chevy. Get ready, prepare for the truth, | |
| I double dare one to double cross me, | |
| Play booth, you can’t flip to suit, | |
| You run them down, blindfold ‘em, line ‘em up, | |
| Gun them down, even when | |
| I fuck around | |
| I don’t fuck around. | |
| My life work can leave your life curb, | |
| Smell a perfect trait, yeah, | |
| I smell like perp | |
| Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth | |
| For what is worth find another turf. | |
| Before you work, learn the hustle, first | |
| Cut them off with a hunger thirst. | |
| I drink in here ‘till | |
| I’m full, the raging bull, | |
| Too much births and yeah, | |
| I’m full. | |
| Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face, | |
| You get cramps when the brea brakes | |
| I get big chunks, raw chunks, | |
| You’ll get found in the deep slump | |
| You ran it out of throw, real face, | |
| I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger. |
| A demonstration of who the best is, | |
| Stress is when | |
| I afflict your death wish, | |
| Check this before | |
| I check you | |
| And tell you what the rest knew already | |
| We get it heavy, money bad, | |
| The crack or axe roll on your | |
| Chevy. Get ready, prepare for the truth, | |
| I double dare one to double cross me, | |
| Play booth, you can' t flip to suit, | |
| You run them down, blindfold ' em, line ' em up, | |
| Gun them down, even when | |
| I fuck around | |
| I don' t fuck around. | |
| My life work can leave your life curb, | |
| Smell a perfect trait, yeah, | |
| I smell like perp | |
| Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth | |
| For what is worth find another turf. | |
| Before you work, learn the hustle, first | |
| Cut them off with a hunger thirst. | |
| I drink in here ' till | |
| I' m full, the raging bull, | |
| Too much births and yeah, | |
| I' m full. | |
| Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face, | |
| You get cramps when the brea brakes | |
| I get big chunks, raw chunks, | |
| You' ll get found in the deep slump | |
| You ran it out of throw, real face, | |
| I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger. |
| A demonstration of who the best is, | |
| Stress is when | |
| I afflict your death wish, | |
| Check this before | |
| I check you | |
| And tell you what the rest knew already | |
| We get it heavy, money bad, | |
| The crack or axe roll on your | |
| Chevy. Get ready, prepare for the truth, | |
| I double dare one to double cross me, | |
| Play booth, you can' t flip to suit, | |
| You run them down, blindfold ' em, line ' em up, | |
| Gun them down, even when | |
| I fuck around | |
| I don' t fuck around. | |
| My life work can leave your life curb, | |
| Smell a perfect trait, yeah, | |
| I smell like perp | |
| Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth | |
| For what is worth find another turf. | |
| Before you work, learn the hustle, first | |
| Cut them off with a hunger thirst. | |
| I drink in here ' till | |
| I' m full, the raging bull, | |
| Too much births and yeah, | |
| I' m full. | |
| Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face, | |
| You get cramps when the brea brakes | |
| I get big chunks, raw chunks, | |
| You' ll get found in the deep slump | |
| You ran it out of throw, real face, | |
| I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger. |
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