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It's Chuck

Knowledge Reigns Supreme
RIP to Scott La Rock
I'm not a gangster but fasho I'm not these Papa Doc's
Who talk a lot
About their guns but

top me first
But I'm getting off topic lately I ain't been in the mood
I don't even call my mama
I'm poppin perkies by the twos
I got a drug problem

her şey yaşanan
Tıkanır hep en son kalan
Baskın var baskın basana
Sönecek elbet yanan
Kovala
Gelen var bak gelen

Kimileri her gün değişik (hmm)
Eğilir

do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'

It's all by choice, not

don't judge nobody
You're a atmosphere groupie, I'mma slug your body
Plug two, probably, that's De La Soul
Nigga hot durin' beef, 'cause the graveyard

And oh they know
Could tell this VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and it's all about money

And who am I

average nigga with a gun and malt liquor
Hit a motherfucker, like a thunderbolt
I'm not a human being, I'm a poltergeist
Shoot a nigga, pop a wheelie

Bang Loose

WC

Ghetto Heisman

2002

blasting
None of them like Danskin
Closing caskets
Chromed
Put my LA throat back on
It's back on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather

Follow With Pride

Buckshot

The BDI Thug

1999

You can follow BDI, if you need the God, follow with pride

[Buckshot]
Keep the gun tip by the upper lip
Keep a extra clip, just in case he flip
If I'm

Wallah, huh, keine Gegner (real)
Pfuh, Scharmuta die AK rattert wieder (?) (brr)
Drive-by aus dem Uber
Jeder Schuss trifft (pow), gar kein Zufall (check)

kantle then gun set
Klev ungazong' thusa
You don't want it with the skinny little nigga on the mic no
You don't want him in the middle of your lady with

there's no need for steering Talkin' that shit, I'm not hearing
Talkin' that shit, I'm not hearing I ball in LA just like Anthony Davis
Glock with a beam

Uh, runnin away everytime that I hear this track

Mm, gun in da brain figurative I might steer it back

Mm, slippin the day I find I Lie by a melody

a heterosex
Ain't you get your neck checked by the second to best
Don't ever forget, ain't nothing less than best
Ima different breed, different seed
Do you

off my pedestal

I, graduated from blunt burning on corridors
Now I'm workin' on learning father and daughter laws
No diplomas ke la the lesson is

to destroy in the name of Allah.
Like the mustard gas he launched upon us during Desert Storm,
Arming a million citizens with guns preparing them to kill,

mouth is like a gun
verbal ammunition on a mission of fun
wishing it would rain cause I'm hotter than the sun
my style is the toast and my voice is

niggas from The Deuce
I was raised by the streets
It's a LA summer, we in Waikiki
Thank God for another summer
I'm still alive and I fuckin' love it
Seen

options
Shit I'm better by myself
This nigga told and that nigga told, too
When the pressure really on, these
"tough niggas" gon fold, Too
Gang allegations,

remains in
The brain of the LA zoo
Crooked cops and the government
Set the blueprint
For the gunmen, the black and the SN Goons

It's the life of the trife

a greater man except Jesus
Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me
The original Likwit rough rhymer
Protected by the gat and bandana, who

with poodle bacon
And piss on his spliff
Sorry if your dog is hanging
By his collar now
I guess that's just what… life is all about
Kill timе with

Piru Love

Crips, Bloods

Gangsta Lean

2013

Pirus.
L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena.
Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family.
The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone,
Circle

Retour Vers le Futur (En Mode)

Bilel

Laissez Passer L'Artiste

2012

rien par le zen, en mode ranno parisienne, en mode vroum-vroum
Drive by moteur puissant en mode flaque de sang gp800
Sors un gun ou un tampon si t'es