You Can Have My Guns

[Chorus]
You can have my guns
Come get 'em if you think you can
But don't be surprised when you step in my drive and I tell you to dance
You can have my guns
But you better bring a bunch of your friends
'Cause the day that I give up that right is the day you pry it out of my cold dead hands

[Verse 1: [?]]
Deep down in the south we hold our own, huh
Deep down in the south we hold our chrome, huh
A pistol grip that'll flip your shit
Around here we ain't scared not one little bit
No ski mask we blast in broad day
No government around here in my way
My rights are my rights, hell what you say
Keep talkin', where you stand is where you lay
I'll never be a victim no matter the system
On the front seat, that heat, you see the pistol
Got a short fuse, you chose what it's gon' be
'Cause what I see it's on you six feet deep

[Chorus]
You can have my guns
Come get 'em if you think you can
But don't be surprised when you step in my drive and I tell you to dance
You can have my guns
But you better bring a bunch of your friends
'Cause the day that I give up that right is the day you pry it out of my cold dead hands

[Verse 2: [?]]
I know my rights and I know my worth
And I still keep that hand held under my shirt
I will not be silent, I will not pretend
That I'll follow any laws that were made by man
The system is flawed, my people been shamed
But the way I was raised will forever remain
The heart, the truth, the red, white, and blue
The freedom that our government tried to reduce
But I will speak loud, I will speak raw
And I'll keep on reppin' for all of my dogs
The beat and the used, the battered and bruised
I will not be censored, I speak the truth

[Chorus]
You can have my guns
Come get 'em if you think you can
Don't be surprised when you step in my drive and I tell you to dance
You can have my guns
But you better bring a bunch of your friends
'Cause the day that I give up that right is the day you pry it out of my cold dead hands

You can have my guns
Come get 'em if you think you can
Don't be surprised when you step in my drive and I tell you to dance
You can have my guns
But you better bring a bunch of your friends
'Cause the day that I give up that right is the day you pry it out of my cold dead hands