Gun (Live from House of Blues, Chicago)

Gun
 My uncle had a few job
 But he also known for (holding his)
 Pride
 And he kept a few rides
 And he almost died (holding his)
 Nuts
 Cause the bread is a must
 So he still out here (holding his)
 Trust
 Cause his friends and the ducks
 Aint really holding him up (holding his)
 Head
 Daddy taught'em
 And momma caught'em (holding his)
 Pipe
 Cause the life got kites
 Shits not right, still (holding his)
 Own
 Now his son is grown
 And he all on the phone (holding his)
 Conversations to a minimal
 Cause he don't wanna be a criminal
 My uncle got a gun,
 And he gon use it Work to hard for these gat damn people
 Just for them to treat me
 No equal
 Since '87
 I was 21
 And Bobby was 11
 I could see it in his eyes that he had it
 I could see it in his eyes he could grab it
 Just had to attack it alone
 Go and get is on yo own,
 Newphew
 My uncle got a gun,
 And he gon use it Bridge 1:
 Get it back tho
 Move a couple grams
 From the trap do' Nigga our uncles been had everything
 You niggas think yall got
 Since we born the prince of kings
 Then all that hating get you shot
 Yap
 Don't worry bout the boards
 Worry about the Lords
 Worry about the motherfuckers
 Carrying the swords
 Don't wanna have to say this twice
 You gon risk yo life...
 My uncle got a gun,
 And he gon use it