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Packin' .25 lyrics
Yesterday morning I went
Out for a cup of coffee
I shaved and
Then I combed my hair
A man who didn't know me
Said something to my back
I stopped to turn around
And faced it
That is why
I pack my .25
Where nobody knows
Right above my boot
It's the law
No one there to serve you
Why not be the hero?
Why not be your own?
Swear I'll kill you
Swear that I'll kill you
The law, it's the law
And every man out on the street knows
I swear I'll kill you
I dreamt all yesterday
How I might
Make a man feel
With a gun up to his face
Show respect to me
I don't care
What you're thinking
I'll wipe that thought away
That is why
I pack my .25
Where nobody knows
Right above my boot
It's the law
With no one there to serve you
Why not be the hero?
Why not be your own?
Swear I'll kill you
Swear that I'll kill you
The law, it's the law
And every man out on the street knows
I swear that I'll kill you
So why not be the hero?
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Porno for Pyros
- 7 Bad Shit
- 9 Black Girlfriend
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- Track 8 on Porno for Pyros / Good God's Urge
- 7 Bad Shit
- 9 Black Girlfriend
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- Track 10 on Los Angeles 1993
- 9 Blood Rag
- 11 Black Girlfriend
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