Lyrics:
is in my soul, and so are you
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm riding with you baby, in it for the long run
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm living
pain I put it in a song
Ain't feel this pain so long
Yeah I got homies dead and gone
Who ain't get to make it home
I sit back and reminisce every time I
never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you
never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin'
You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin'
We say you a wanksta and you
of the dead
Lover, when you feel that fire
Think of it as my desire
Think of it as my desire for you!
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes
the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes
dead.
Bill has been gone for a long time
But old timers still can recall
The day the old ranger stood up to the test
And proved he was best of them all.
another black man dead
Another rich man war, another red man bled
I been writing this album down way too long
When I drop my shit, pray it hit the toilet
on the radio
(Police can't help you no)
Guns they go hard in L.A.
This is not a playground
Wrong time wrong place
You wouldn't make it in Los Angeles
keeps spinning long after you're gone.
It's easy
I got time to get high I got time to get by.
It's easy
I got time for mistakes I got time to re-try
destroying them brutally
It's time to even the score
'Cause who do we call when the police break the law
We are so quick to pick up a gun and kill one
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
a walk foot, if a drive by a drive, yeah
And people a go dead dem time we drive out (drive out)
Dem better recognize killers wid rifle (rifle)
Run
throughout United States
Talkin' about, "Let's make a fort," talkin' about, "Let's make it great"
If the shoes fit, tie it, grab the guns and riot
Time
then Im aiming for who you care for
When the thang spark it's a sad song
That barrel be mad long
You know what time I'm on
If they want static I'll ride
then Im aiming for who you care for
When the thang spark it's a sad song
That barrel be mad long
You know what time I'm on
If they want static I'll ride
witH the House licks
So wHatcha still pining
Dead by tHe street ligHts, boy you sHining
Talk about you grinding figg side!
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
lowered his six gun
He just stood there starting ahead
Watching you'd think that old
Bill didn't know
In front of him Sundown lay dead
Bill has been gone
a dead a day time true crime
So, My gun protect mine, don't cross di line
Please don't tempt me fi blast di 9
Me wah live fi see bout 2099 me nuh leff it
the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find
C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want problems
From the streets
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
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