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 wapon 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