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people to count now
Sniffing the brown brown
Mountains of cocaine and gun powder
This AK-47 is God
These shells are individual angels of death
Guided by

a missile with your name and it's on the way
Recognized by my ride or dies, bloodline is immortalized
Torn apart, I been traumatized, really live the pain you

brains on the back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be

Dream Life of Rand McNally

Jason Mraz

Sold Out (In Stereo)

2002

of fear and loathing heart attack
I got chased by the rat pack once in a flashback. Singing viva Las Vegas.
 
I settled down in San Diego and smoked

one of your lungs
What I mean is, I've seen everything that's under the sun
Niggas below the poverty line live under the gun
We all schemin', savages

myself a gun
Now I'm wanted by the magistrate
I'm wanted by the man
Couldn't take it no more
I got blood on my hands
Now I'm on the run
So many veins he

Bebè Baila
Toda la noche
Give it to me
Ima give it to you four ways
Loko my locals I got em gunning long plays
Hot summer get the bag and rap run up

where he dwells
Where if shot down you plummet spiral down back to hell
From the heavens hard to know who prevails
Shot down by the baron guns growling

the peace, im in the zone all by my lonsome, who want some, 

touchable by fume, protolome, stop it, a nigga writing this cracka, im 

with knife n jackas, i

Ooh
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
Ooh
Ooh la la la
Ooh la la la
Must be something in the waters
That brings us close together (So side by side)
Cause I

Mr. Raffles (Man It Was Mean)

Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

Best of the 70's

2000

real in your Dream Machine
And all your games are a little drastic
Just throw me out if I get obscene 
But that's the way that I've always been
I

the trap is a gas station

Im a wake your game up once and for all 
The rap game a competition its a free for all
I let my gun draw like a cartoon sketch

for the packs, Heard your homie died, he didn't shoot back Reaper I'm wearing all black
I'm in LA with a gun in my lap, I'm in LA with a model my lap I

was robbin', some was runnin'
cye 
But all this time God was always by your side dawg
I don't want nobody tellin' me that, that's a lie dawg 
I can

in shape
Cause they all broke
And why, do ghetto birds die?
Before we learn to fly
Somebody else's child flauntin' gun smokin'
And we, can all make it

and guns
Tasked by high powers to catch or kill Jerome
Ventured into what was said to be his home
All were killed a year later more
Video footage shows

enhance protection
By the way, we are here to stay
La la la la la

shows
Like the old man and the rail road
Keep passing those torches
It's my way or the gun show
Setting down the telephone
When there is fire there's hope

Pain and that trauma just the life of a young nigga
I'm tryna' run me up a bag, touch some huns' nigga
Feel like the only way to live is by a gun

Washington ruled by the men from Chicago
A president speaks with a gun to his head
It all seems legitimate, but what do we know
It's better in prison

Lastonesleft

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

Niggas playa hate but do a damn thing
Picture me doin eighty down a one way
Stuck in the trunk, caught with gun play
So I gotta keep my eyes open

With dappled street eyes I see, mysterious ways to be
Kaleidoscope days pass by, copybook rules don’t apply
My hip pocket nerve is aching again

by day
We start kissing, we start dancing, all live our own way
We start feeling , we start touching, make love everyday
We start thinking life its

on the weekends, be sinning by Monday
Tryna leave this shit alone, just hoping that your son's straight
Running all the signs, got you lonely on a one way
But things