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bitch I'm scoring (Brrat)
We be shooting niggas and the score's up, I'm scoring (Brrat, brrat), yeah
I pop out with a mob (Bop, bop, uh)
Big ass gun

To primetime television and your guilded cage
Then, forget his people in the world still enslaved"
I barbwire my wrist, and let it fill the page
Gun firing

outside
Big homies see me slide a 10 or 5
Told me not to do the shit they did but I lied
Strap in my lap trying not to react
I thought I was just along for

On smoke when I'm with all my bros
cnd I still keep it G on my ones (Uh-uh)
Loaded guns, I've been on that block with loaded ones (Grr, baow)
Free all

lying
Lying awake on your pillow and crying into it until you get tired
Target acquired
I got hired by my supplier
I got high and got fired
Im a liar cuz

shit

Stomach gone eat, all I had was rehab
Hunger pains got me out, gun and stack of tear
How you feel your day one, pull some day two sucking shit
You

coke at my sister's, I got a gun at my brother's crib
And if you see 'em on the mains, that's fire on the main
Got a little .32 concealed in boxers,

Prisoner

The Last Emperor

Music, Magic, Myth [Bonus CD]

2003

hard rain
Living in the city, know the streets by name
Take a walk with me, come and feel my pain
See what I see, come and get my glimpse
Dig a little

doing stupid things in hopes of
Making it big
Right now there's a person trolling
Comments on a post
On a mission just to see who 
Responds to it the most

wit nun when I step I'm takin sumn wit me

Pulled up on them niggas 30 deep but I'm by myself
If there's problem then I'll solve it ion need no help

finna put the gun down
Beat that nigga with my fists
Scammed a Crip nigga, he look like Lilo
No Stitch yeah and I be with my
Dogs and I'm not talkin'

even bother explaining it
Your gun talk? I'm not entertaining it
I show love but they ain't embracing it
Stop talking like your voice has
Got bass in it

alot of my thoughts run in between the shades of gray
If batmans my true identity then I hate playing bruce wayne by day
Fuck a gat just give me a lighter

Niggas gettin' popped by the coppers and shit, I'ma go out like Cleo with choppers and Shit
Never claimed to be gangster, I just ain't no hoe, don't need

Alrato
Similar to death in the cradle
Fifteen year old girl killed in a car accident
Two Hispanic boys shot in a drive-by shooting
Three people

tons with the zeros
M's split by my people's, still boss for the people
Stay bless for my kin4, stick around Benz weepos
10 Geez on that wristo
More guns

where I came from
I was sleep on the floor, tryna be with big bro, he was hanging with niggas who bang guns
You can let time pass by or go get it
I been

no 9 pistols
He actin' hard 'cause he got that gun
He like Brian Nichols

Might hit LA broke as fuck
Leave with nine giffy's
My nigga Tron iced up,

[Gun shots followed by screaming]

[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs

of his
I’m like a guinea pig with a skinny snitch
And me big like a penny rich hear me
Bitch ready to let the semi spit
Here he is is he really sick or
Is

days coming
Hey! Listen up I'm into eardrumming ,
Knives in these words , gunz blazing , what yuh saying chronixx?
Yuh woulda sell your gun ,
no way

She neaky, black Moncleezy
Fuck it I put the gun in my Yeezy
Red beam, get shot down real easy
With an Army you cannot defeat me
Riri, she said that

5 Minutes of Doom (Comin' from the Legion)

The Almighty RSO

Revenge of Da Badd Boyz the EP

1994

question)

[ VERSE 3: Big Roscoe & Mody ]
Big Roscoe's on his goal while I fuck around 
Rippin niggas in half and tearin shit up when I go down
So let

big as P and Boodah
Take my word for it, if you don't believe, I'll prove to ya
Trust me, you don't wanna see a runnin' an suv

You full of shit, man,