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
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