#gungame #nerdych3f Hook: Side to side, Face to face, Dance in a circle, Face both ways, Rasing the arms, In post haste, This is the dance, Of the gun game, That sweat on your brow, Tells me 2 things, You ain't ready to die, But have too much to gain, But all of my thoughts, Have run outta my brain, Holdin my breath, Of the gun game. It's cruel, It's cool, You hood holds down the whole attitude, It's based, With no face, Got no value to give to the crew, Call me shocked, How bout not, You haven't been shot off the block, Well this ain't the time for no talk, So I'm gonna take me a walk, The click of the heel, Makes you freeze to the bone, While the click of the load, Makes you wanna run home, But yet here you stand, Tempted to be a man, With 5000 grand, In the case of your hand. Bridge: You said you lacked judgement, But I never percieved, That you were the one, To have tricks up your sleeve, So now this dark alley, Your dancin with me, Who knew that your pride, Would take over your greed. Hook: Side to side, Face to face, Dance in a circle, Face both ways, Rasing the arms, In post haste, This is the dance, Of the gun game, That sweat on your brow, Tells me 2 things, You ain't ready to die, But have too much to gain, But all of my thoughts, Have run outta my brain, Holdin my breath, Of the gun game. Just relax, You'll talk back, When this cap burns your lips into ash, It's a shame, Could have changed, Your mind and had a nice laugh, But you had to be Rambo, And I wouldn't be lyin, You said that your motto's, Get rich or die tryin, But try at you may, I was the one in the way, My cuff hits the crease, While your skin hit the grain, The crack slapped so loud, That my head blend to butter, Saw the bullet wiz by, Then I began to wonder, If maybe I missed, As you dropped on the concrete, Red pooled from the body, A sigh of relief. Bridge 2: But I guess my judgement, Was faulty as well, Since the number one rule's, Always shoot to kill, Imagine my surprise, When met with a blat, The case hits the ground, With the gun in my hand. Hook: Side to side, Face to face, Dance in a circle, Face both ways, Rasing the arms, In post haste, Another victim, Of the gun game, The blood on the ground, Tells me 2 things, We weren't ready to die, But oh how things have changed, But all of my thoughts, Have run outta my brain, Losin my breath, To the gun game.