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and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
stops nobody knows
I m about to catch the do 
Catch the do 

[AP-9]
My henn full of smoke
I broke the flow to a nigga toe
Plus I m fresh out
and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy 
Fuckin' with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy 
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we
my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater right
them double zero bags
Yeah we got big rocks, those up the block, niggas mad, call up bullet man
I need some more shells, I heard you got the ap9, out
I'm a bust my shit 
Scary niggas in your click ain't prepare for this 
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this 
Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1
or die, nigga 
Nine's nigga's time's tickin' when I blow your mind, nigga 
Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga 
I hit the block and have
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
reasons why
But, one hundred and two
Keeps me by your side
Blackbird claw, raven wing
Under the red sunlight
Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves
Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more
Someday we
Don't sleep all week only when they fall down 

A hundred Rumble boys and Tumble girls 
Protected by steel in a private world 
Tomorrow's famous faces
loving by the pound
And by the hundreds, honey
Loving by the pound
And by the hundred

Got some
I wanna tell you baby
Got a mastermind, girl
Yes I
loving by the pound
And by the hundreds, honey
Loving by the pound
And by the hundred

Got some
I wanna tell you baby
Got a mastermind, girl
Yes I
more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

Miss
some loving by the pound
And by the hundreds, honey
Loving by the pound
And by the hundred

Got some
I want to tell you baby
Got a mastermind,
Surrounded by
A hundred friends
But still you feel
Alone
I love L.A
That's hard to say
fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight

The melting ice will fuel the sea
By burning gold from ancient tree
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred
not one friend came
He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name
A loser on this earth a death so many must pay
Just a hundred dollar
Sit by the fire tell me true
Don't blind my eyes turn them blue
And then I'll dry my face on you

One hundred degrees 
One hundred degrees 
One
of hundreds of beats per second
Of people whose wings are just a blur
Afraid our eyes might become impaled
By their sharp and tiny beaks

I'm so sorry
My
A Hundred Thousand Beams Of Light
A Hundred Thousand Schemes
Gods In The Heavens Can't Get It Right

When The Dark Subsides
An Eternity Goes By
don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby

And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't
Let's pick it up 
 Let's pick it up 
 Let's pick it up 
 Let's pick it up 
 Well the year of the redneck mama 
 It was announced by the sign
night
'Cause it's nine hundred miles where I'm goin'.
And I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home.

Well