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Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
out

First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
I was chilling,
Right around my way,
21st Eastside of the Beach,
This mother fucker ran up on me,
Talkin' shit with his homies,
Like he was
been a part of that throughout the years 
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out
Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it, we gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh

[Chorus: Shyheim]
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you

If you only knew how I feel
Boy, you would know that my love is for real
21
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
World famous, salute my capabilities with 21 guns and ammunition
The SP runs 91 rounds precision on target with this rap bullet
First string team in
bloody meat
Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him
So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him
Load up the Uzis, turn
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
Kicking it, strap on my side and I'm so high
Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the valley
inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns
war, war

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon'
just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
to them now down to your bitch
Nigga you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are
Till the gun is coming through the drivers side of your car
niggas get excited 
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot 
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it 
Gun's I collect em, gun's
is fake
About to hate make a move out of state
Regime Killerz about face
Aw hell the Thugg Lord Salute Me!

Put 21 guns in the sky nigga rush
for these young eyes
Real G's don't die, that's a lie
'cause I'm dyin inside, cryin' inside
Look at me sweatin', palms shakin, hidin' inside
Drive bys
niggas get excited 
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot 
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it 
Gun's I collect em, gun's
I said, "baby my new CD is a slumper"
It'll make the trunk thunder, girl your rump give me lumber
Up under the sheets I can put you in a real deep
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye

Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't