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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Guru
Chant
Isaac Hayes
Artiste samplé
Malcolm X
Artiste samplé
Three Dog Night
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Keith Elam
Paroles/Composition
Chris Martin
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DJ Premier
Production
Eddie Sancho
Ingénierie
Tony Dawsey
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Guru
Production
David Carpenter
Assistance d’ingénierie
Joe Quinde
Assistance d’ingénierie
Luc Allen
Assistance d’ingénierie
Luis Tineo
Assistance d’ingénierie
Max Vargus
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
If violence is wrong in America, violence is wrong abroad
If It's wrong to be violent, defending black women and black children and black babies and black men
Then it's wrong for America to draft us
And make us violent abroad in defense of her
Tonz o' gunz, everybody's getting strapped
Tonz o' gunz, gotta watch the way you act
Tonz o' gunz, real easy to get
Tonz o' gunz, bringing nothing but death
Tonz o' gunz, are in the streets nowadays
It's big money and you know crime pays
Check your nearest overpopulated ghetto
They greet you with a pistol, not trying to say, "Hello"
Mad kids packed, 'cause the neighborhood's like that
Want some shit that's fat, catch a vic and do a stick
Kids pulling triggers, **** killing ****
Five-o, they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures
It's crazy, there ain't no time to really chill
Jealous motherfuckers always wanna act ill
.22's, .25's .44's, .45's
MAC-11's, AK's, taking mad lives
What the fuck you gonna do in a situation?
It's like you need to have steel, just to feel relaxation
Tonz o' gunz
But the thing you know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing you know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing you know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing you know best is where the gun is kept
Tonz o' gunz, you got, we got, they got
The state of affairs, yo, it's like mad chaos
I know a kid who just passed the other day
They shot him sixteen times, so there he lay
You can pray for this shit to like cease
But until then, a ****'s gonna pack a piece
And yo, the devil's got assassination squads
Wanna kill **** 'cause they're scared of God
They got camps where they train, they learn to take aim
At a ****, like a piece of game
And I'm not seeing that, them days are gone
'Cause now we got chromes to put them where they belong
So me a rude boy, from an inna Brooklyn
Fuck the bullshit pain and suffering
I'm coming off with a foolproof plan
As if each and every lyric was worth a hundred grand
I stand in the face of hatred
Letting off mad shots, making devils run naked
Tonz o' gunz
But the thing you know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing you know best—
But the thing you know best is where the gun is kept
Tonz o' gunz, everybody's getting strapped
Tonz o' gunz, gotta watch the way you act
Tonz o' gunz, real easy to get
Tonz o' gunz, bringing nothing but death
Tonz o' gunz, but I don't glorify
'Cause more guns will come, and much more will die
Why? Yo, I don't know, Black
Some motherfuckers just be living like that
They like to feel the chrome in their hand
The shit makes them feel like little big man
Twelve years old, catching wreck
'Cause there ain't no supervision putting kids in check
People get wounded, others, they perish
And what about the mother and the child she cherish?
The city is wild, up steps the wild child
Tension, anger, living in danger
What the fuck you gonna do in a situation?
It's like you need to have steel, just to feel relaxation
Tonz o' gunz
Tonz o' gunz
Tonz o' gunz
Tonz o' gunz
Tonz o' gunz
Tonz o' gunz
Written by: Chris Martin, Keith Elam