Rakim - Man With A Gun lyrics

Verse one's about a kid who didn't
Like the way the Earth spun
He said it's cursed so he went
And got his first gun he turned savage
Took matters in his own hands
He said "I'm grown
Nothing matters I'm my own man
Because we don't know how to live
But we know how to die
The game of life and no
One'll make it out alive"
So I'mma stay in heavy arm
And I'mma keep a gun
And I'mma beg for dear life
When the reaper come yo, he's a beast
Everybody in the streets fear him
Thugs won't cross him, cops won't go near him
Nothing could scare him
It's time to try and get rich
He robbed his suppliers plus he
Gets hired for hit's


Now the mice want his bread
It's the price on his head
And everybody that he didn't
Like want him dead
I guess he knew the same streets you rep on
Will be the same streets you
Meet your death on

I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did

Verse two is how a little dude flipped
And grew too quick
He did some rude shit and got
His hands on two bricks
Bought the new fifth
With the extra two clips
Put together two cliques and
Took over two strips
Dude glued chips, new kicks and new whips
Knew tricks, got two kids by two chicks
But he blew too quick
They said he shoot too quick
Too slick, but the cops are deep
But he got beef
He said "I gotta hit the block for my needs"
But, I'mma leave the block 'cuz this
Hot cop is watching the streets
Made a couple stops at the
Spot and bought trees
He copped a new uptown patent leather Dashik
Too sick, now let me hit the hood
To stop by and make sure the kids are good
That's when the man ran up on him
Put the gat in his face
Said "Remember me from back in the day?"

Verse one's about a kid who didn't
Like the way the Earth spun
He said it's cursed so he went
And got his first gun he turned savage
Took matters in his own hands
He said "I'm grown
Nothing matters I'm my own man
Because we don't know how to live
But we know how to die
The game of life and no
One'll make it out alive"
So I'mma stay in heavy arm
And I'mma keep a gun
And I'mma beg for dear life
When the reaper come yo, he's a beast
Everybody in the streets fear him
Thugs won't cross him, cops won't go near him
Nothing could scare him
It's time to try and get rich
He robbed his suppliers plus he
Gets hired for hit's
Now the mice want his bread
It's the price on his head
And everybody that he didn't
Like want him dead
I guess he knew the same streets you rep on
Will be the same streets you
Meet your death on

I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did

Verse two is how a little dude flipped
And grew too quick
He did some rude shit and got
His hands on two bricks
Bought the new fifth
With the extra two clips
Put together two cliques and
Took over two strips
Dude glued chips, new kicks and new whips
Knew tricks, got two kids by two chicks
But he blew too quick
They said he shoot too quick
Too slick, but the cops are deep
But he got beef
He said "I gotta hit the block for my needs"
But, I'mma leave the block 'cuz this
Hot cop is watching the streets
Made a couple stops at the
Spot and bought trees
He copped a new uptown patent leather Dashik
Too sick, now let me hit the hood
To stop by and make sure the kids are good
That's when the man ran up on him
Put the gat in his face
Said "Remember me from back in the day?"