Lyrics:
Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under
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 C known, nigga
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
Less talking
More action
I'm surrounded by killers
Couple Killers with me, I'm not playing around (killers)
If I see that nigga, I'm laying him
by my timin
but if they don't stop then we won't stop getting money off ya block when every hit drop
You know I got my gun cocked
game on lock
While
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
3OH!3
3OH!3
3OH!
Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb
Sick of feeling like we're living by the gun
Over being cautious under all
back (Aw haw)
I might gaw let it rip (Ouu)
This the life that we live
Young nigga in the 6ix
Drop sleep round 2
Back up by 6 (Yuh)
I gotta get it by any
a meganfox (No)
OK how about star in a Megan Fox film
By 21st Century Fox (Definitely no)
Guess that'll have to be
Another Year
(More of a VVarner Bros. guy
He said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
He said I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand
He said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
He said I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
casualties get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops are
Lost my soul in the glasshouse
There's no logic in this trial
I can feel it underground
There's a virtual reality I can't escape
Massive sounds
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
I call on Bonnie, she my right hand girl
I can't even turn my music up in this white man's world
If I do, I get shot by a psycho's favorite gun
Escape
The Judgement In This Time
DJ Jukie Ranks
I Spy I Spy I Spy With My Llittle Eye
Who Lives By The Gun
Surely Die By The Gun
Old Time Saying
But It
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down
Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades
Fuck all you sons that's dockin that shade
Niggas be fronting, acting like
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
a party we throw
When you leave, you’ll take a part of me home
Yea, you already know that this
Is not by accident
We’re known to hit the road if there’s
them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin', bombin' with heavy bombardments
Pushin' poetry like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad, RZA track
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