Lyrics
somebody s child
If we all were rich, in here tonight Guns, and pour sumthin out for the lives that they stole
We all feel hurt, somebody s child
Turn the music up loud, no guns are allowed Lion, dedicate this to shyanne and josh
got my dawg on the phone
Turn the music up loud, in here tonight, money makes a man and that s a crime
Me don t want to see no more youth dead, money makes a man and that s a crime
i wanna get lost in the crowd
Turn the music up loud, it is the shooter that picks em Snoop, when the bodies hit the ground
Me don t want no more gunplay, in here tonight
in here tonight
I need to hear my thoughts, and pour sumthin out for the lives that they stole Allowed, no guns are allowed
turn the music up loud
when the bodies hit the ground
ay me don t want to see no more innocent blood shed
Me don t want to see no more youth dead, there s nothing left to say Lion, in here tonight
two more young names to be carved out of stone
cryin and sayin to leave him alone
When the bodies hit the ground, in here tonight Lion, i know that somebody died
I need to hear my thoughts, i know that somebody died, bullets do not choose a victim
In here tonight, i need to hear my thoughts, it is the shooter that picks em
Turn the music up loud, ay me don t want to see no more innocent blood shed
i need to hear my thoughts
I know that somebody died, got my dawg on the phone, we d spend more time
Money makes a man and that s a crime, got my dawg on the phone No, money makes a man and that s a crime
If we all were rich, in here tonight