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10 Years and Gunnin: Best Of [Bonus Tracks] (M.O.P.) · 10 Years and Gunnin' (M.O.P.) · Hedley (Hedley) · Hedley (Hedley) · Hedley [Enhanced] (Hedley) · Hedley [Bonus Tracks] (Hedley) · Live! Live! Live! (!!!) · Live! Live! Live! (Bachman-Turner Overdrive) · Live Live Live: Tiki Nightmare (The Damned) · Live! Live! Live! (The Suicide Machines) – and 90 other albums »


miles
In the middle of the night
On an empty tank
Dodging deer along the way
Onto Central Virginia, moonlight Broadway
Brought to you by this small
And our daughters in cages
They are taking by the thousands
Our lives from under us
It's a crash course in religious fundamentals
Now let's all go
surrounded by violence in the place where people die
what a kid to do when you live on these blocks
when every day all you hear is gunshots
waking up...I hear
beatin', news keep repeatin'
Chaos and anger, just surely peakin'

Yo everybody's runnin', some of them are gunnin'
Avalanche the block, feel the anger,
yesterday

I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by

Same league that defends
Be
wanted dead or alive

How do you terrify a man that ain't scared to die?
So while I got a mic, I'ma air the lies that paralyze my people
I live by
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
in the hospital ringin' the nurse's bell

Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous
E and P and they both had stainless

Biggie
yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
day by day, strivin to live like the Romans
Instead of shoppin at Lomans I want to roam the globe wearin robes
Fuck, designer clothes and them minor
on the sixty-sixth level
My hands bare lambs blood, marked on my door step
Your first born swept, while your snake ass slept
Words to Live By, the human eye, can't
to
Spit the message out until I reach
My last breath my physical awareness
Plus my continuous mind pĆ¼lus the Live
Microphone equals righteous rhyme
So
Nigga stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin
Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman
And that shit in that plastic bag better
My style is reserved, address me as Sir Fly
Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin' for number one and shit
Brooklyn born and bred, reppin' my residence
beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain 
And my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
I was born to be a soldier!

[Chorus: x4]

[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
bars perfected, can't be injected by needles
Breeding eagles out of Park Hill's hell hole
Where souls get sucked up, and shots turn your bones
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me 
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'