Raashan Ahmad - Guns lyrics

VERSE 1 Guns in your section guns in your scene Guns in the air get the loot take the cream Pakistan Africa Chi-town Oakland Guns by the cop make a mama dream broken Blood on the dance floor drama at the school Shots from the Glock show a crack in the cool Everybody drop everbody drop And nobody safe suburbs to the block You hear the gun co*k click call it bloody murder Chalk's on the street from the beef no burgers Words so dead up the gun clappin Back in the day used to settle with the scrappin John Wayne Rambo gangland hooligans Presidential military war Afghanistan Blood for the power gun protect scene Bullets from the barrel for a barrel gasoline We fiend for the Glock semi auto double gauge Gun d**h no breath gone from grenades Gun for revenge body full of malice Daddy got a gun gotta protect the palace Junior got the strap guess who got the juice now Used to be a herb now words got a new style Crazy conflict licking off shots Couple in the air you can scare the whole block Guns CHORUS Dirt on his heels wind on his back Laughter silenced from the police strap it went Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Dirt on her heels wind on her back Laughter silenced by the drone attack it went Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot VERSE 2 Playing with her dolls her brother laying on the ground Laughter the only sound until they heard the sirens The scream from her mama people lost up in the panic Playing coming to an end and somehow its systematic A tragic way to end the day she turned up on her heels She stopped to see her brother finding cover in the hills She looked up in the sky and seeing what's about to happen Her innocence immediately lost she seen the pa**ion Her papa on her knees what she saw He said he said protect my family inshallah And then the first bomb second bomb third bomb hit Her father gone mama gone brother gone sits In the rubble of her home dolls in her hand Drone flew away alone with no fam Victim of the politics and victim of the media And military mix up to bomb the wrong area CHORUS Dirt on his heels wind on his back Laughter silenced from the police strap it went Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Dirt on her heels wind on her back Laughter silenced by the drone attack it went Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot Buck buck buck buck Booyaka shot