When it comes down to a quarrel You're too afraid to fight like a man Because a real man fights with his two fists Trying to survive the best that he can You never have fought the hones way Always taking to the trigger Shooting around like a maniac Death row is the place where you belong
Gunman you're a coward Gunman you're a fool Without a weapon you will never win You're going to get your head kicked in
Walking around in the ghetto Thinking you're tough because you own a gun Shooting a thug a rival gang After the deed you'll be on the run