His name is Johnny, he's got nothing to say He's just a bad ass motha gettin' in your face You better hang your head low, low to the ground 'Cause we're droppin' mad tracks until were feelin' the sound It's the rhymes and the rhythms that you're used to But with the one-two beats you can dance to And to the people everywhere in the streets That are doin' time in the jail ain't whatcha wanna do 'Cause you're running with a gun Running with a gun, running, running Running with a gun Running with a gun, running, running Running with a gun Running with a gun, running Running with a gun in his hand All of a sudden I sad could you believe All the corruption and the anger in a society With the madness that is here within us all All its armies and its leaders are startin' to fall No you don't know, no, you don't know What time it is "Ten seconds flat", said, "Is what it will take" To make your move don't hesitate With the eyes and the cameras as that are watchin' around The enemy is near and you're to be found Dead or alive make no mistake They're gonna blow your punk ass away 'Cause you're running with a gun Running with a gun, running, running Running with a gun Running with a gun, running, running Running with a gun Running with a gun, running Running with a gun in his hand 'Cause you're running with a gun Running with a gun, running, running Running with a gun Running with a gun, running, running Running with a gun Running with a gun, running Running with a gun in his hand © NAWYOUPSYCHO PUBLISHING; WICKED REBEL MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com