歌词：
Young Guns In The Night

Balanced, on the edge of a knife, in love with the night, so I?ll ignore the cracks in the ice, and i'll raise my glass, sing a song to the end of

: Balanced, on the edge of a knife, in love with the night, so I?ll ignore the cracks in the ice, and i'll raise my glass, sing a song to the end

: Balanced, on the edge of a knife, in love with the night, so I?ll ignore the cracks in the ice, and i'll raise my glass, sing a song to the end

influence on my brain? I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying glass

hard in a while (Chorus) Stupid wild, Stupid, stupid wild, Homie Thats my style (4x) Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on the drink, Girls crawlin' Mostly every night

Kidd Kidd He like this How I get like this? I pop a nigga, break something like Midas Im trying to be modest, nigga, I'm honest Young Money, Young f-cking

This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen

brand new Caddies, packed-up full of broads Bossin', flossin', all his ghetto superstar Until some young niggaz decided they was gon' pull his card And one night

keep on moving on my new...on the blocks, ..the young boys move... .. I salute cause it's the ..west like... What they do for ... In the nights.. your