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never think straight and now it’s too late, it’s always too late.
Chorus 2 8m
Drive by Shooters won’t do the world a favor
Jam your gun in your mouth pull

a savage like 21
Rip out yo tonsils
Then kill you with 20 guns
When I be rapping
I'm equal to 20 suns
Spitting so fast
You would think I have 20 tongues

(Say Ten)
Aye, Free DDawg
Free BaBa, hah

I was too high from off that mojo, couldn't record, but now I'm up now
I don't fuck around wit' none

by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just

Shoot you with a bb gun
They call me stretch where I'm
From 'cause I'm extended out
Find your ass in my house
And I'll send it out
I got a custom made gun

By now I've come to know
There is no victory in turmoil
Every argument's lost
Like bullets from empty guns
By now I've come to know
Every Winter

and left to starve or die
In a hail of bullets from a gun with rights
That woman doesn't have
'Cuz they were grabbed by thieves in robes of black
Put in

your gun
You’re looking for a place to hide
But there is no place left to run
There is no place left to run

Your name is on a bullet
And bullet is in

From the rattlesnake hills 
And she pushed the gun to my jaw 
And told me to clean out the till 

As I handed her over the cash 
Findlay limped in

Not Dead Yet

Bad Examples

Meat: The Bad Examples

1993

machine-gunned, hand-gunned, hijacked, left for dead
Divebombed, napalmed, nuclear warheaded
Dropped from a jet plane with no parachute
Shot by a firing squad

It's the lyrical mystic, kicking cryptic hieroglyphics
Every script is dripping with physics
No love for the realest niggas
I let you niggas figure,

the saloon
At exactly high noon
She laughed in that face of that old dog
Nothing could save him, nothing short of God

Out of her gun, the bullet crept
As it

a bullet escaping from a gun
Things he'd whisper in bed
His parents were there through the pain
Comforting by his head
All the love is in vain
Aahh

I don't wanna live by your rules
I hate Sunday, even if it's sunny
I hate you
I hate myself, because i have
To scream so loud, from the crowd
If i

the script
And hide behind the screen
To pacify the "patriots", they'll plan in secrecy
Learning from the history to not learn history

An eye for an eye

walls of obscurity
I want to be the top gun
But the bullets ain't belong to me

I been street strickned mentally
A street victim
How you live your life

Before the door is opened
His parents are at gun point

His mother crying and screaming
His father begging and pleading
The kid grabs the gun from

from his house
So when the bullet rang out no one else heard a sound
If there's a good man in you, he's dead in the dirt
But he'll be survived by

That is the way of the fall
We die all in a bullet hail
Abuse the art of our defension
They murder in the name of our protection
Guns get sells

Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines

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All shit, here they come
Coming in with they guns 
Perusing for one, maybe two, or three
Mama move frantically, holding tight to her panties

Oooh daddy, I'm a scavvy boi
Oooh i just wanna make you proud

Live by the gun die by the bullet
Dick like a trigger,  goes pop when I pull it
All

gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in