All Guns Blazing Lyrics Novels & Stories

I rocked them harder, blood still dripping, soaking all three of us in a terrible communion. “Stay with me,” I begged, voice hoarse and small. “Just a little longer. Don’t go into the dark alone. Mommy’s coming. Mommy’s right behind you. We’ll find a place with no guns. No Lords. Just chocolate croissants and sunshine and your laughter. Please wait for me…” A twig snapped behind me. I didn’t turn. Let it be death. Let it come. CRACK. The gunshot ripped through the clearing. Fire exploded in my back, blooming hot and final through my chest. My arms tightened around my children one last time as I tilted forward, using the last of my strength to cover them completely with my body.

Changed her mind few seconds later and pointed it at my heart "There are only two bullets inside this gun and both are for you. The first one is for your heart and the second one for your head. Don't dream of surviving because you won't be surviving my shots" "Lexi please" I begged and tears rolled down my eyes "Don't beg me. You must die" "Lexi" "On your knees" "Lexi please" "ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES" "Lexi please" "Say your last prayer" "Lexi please. I'm begging you"

I gave the order, and now all I can do is watch as the city burns and our victory approaches. The gunfire starts almost immediately, and hell spreads quickly. The sound of bullets echoes through the nightclub, mixed with the screams of panicked people trying to flee. The fire moves at a terrifying speed, consuming everything in its path. Some of our people go down, but none of it breaks my focus. There’s no time to waste, no space for doubt.

Twice. I can already taste the blackness before the harsh, burning pain even slices through my body. The bullets pierce my back and shoulder, tearing a roar of pain from my throat. I sink to my knees just as another gunshot pierces the air. The last thing I remember is Mira’s hands on me as she desperately whispers; “Open your eyes. Please, open your eyes. Don’t do this to me, please…” I want to wipe her tears away and tell her not to worry. But the darkness pulls its strings once more and I have no choice but to succumb to its beautiful melody.

Hooked to his belt. Three keys. Two iron, one bone. Her pulse kicked. Her mind sharpened like a blade. Okay. Okay. Not now. But soon. He leaned in. “Baylee,” he said softly, insistently. “Look at me. Say it. Say ‘I’ll come home.’” She met his eyes. And smiled. Small. Soft. Almost broken. “Gunner,” she whispered, voice slurring with drug and exhaustion and hate. “Go… choke on a tree branch.”

"I take a step and the ground quakes" "They come at me with their full strength" "But still I'm someone that they can't take" "Ain't no one that can catch me slipping" "I can't keep count of the a** I'm kicking" "If this was a game they'd say I'm cheating" "Cus they brought guns but their shots are missing"

…Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin’…It's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin’…They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me…If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?…I guess they can't, I guess they won’t…I guess they frontin', that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the

Irking squeaky thud of metal touches the ground as each bullet pierces everything in its path before it loses power. My eyes glued to the view of the soft blue sky from the cracked glass panel in front of me. I can feel each puncture on the couch that became my refuge while they emptied their assault rifles in this room. In the aim of killing me, hoping one of the hundreds if not thousands of bullets they released, one lucky metal filled with gunpowder would end my life. “Cease fire!” I heard Luka’s angry growl above the loud rain of gunfire. “Cease fucking fire!”

The police storms into the warehouse, guns blazing, their shouts mingling with the cacophony of chaos. Vinnie and his men returns the fire, the sound of gunshots echoing off the rusted metal walls. The air filled with a thick fog of gunpowder and fear, and the reality of the violent confrontation settled in. In the midst of the chaos, Vinnie’s eyes were drawn to Ling, who moved with a fierce determination despite the danger surrounding her. Her gun was drawn, and she navigated through the maze of crates and debris, intent on taking down the criminals she had pursued for so long. Vinnie took aim, his finger tightening on the trigger, a rush of adrenaline surging through him. Suddenly, a deafe

We started talking about business but at roughly 1 30 am we heard footsteps. And humming. And a sudden burst of singing that made Angelo jump. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER.' A song in the same tune of Mary had a little lamb.