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Winters come and summers go Last time round for all we know Wonder what the time is in London As they tear this world apart Step by step it
I pay. I live to fight. Homicide for a Lie. I Feel the Anger. I Feel the Pain, Smashing in his Brain. Feel the pressure, Feel the Gun
Every man should have the right to own a gun Every man should have the right to shoot someone Film stars and farmers still forcing opinions Like
And when the guns are set to go Death whispers in his ear - nada Blood on the pavements blood on the hills Gates of the heaven sealed Goon squads came
the ladder the fall is just as far see possissions for the chains that they are you work here's your salary you rent here's your sitcom you buy here's your
so hard for her to meet a man With a secret they women, understand But her emotions are much deeper than... The underground freak show Now if
the isolated ones We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun Bel Air mannequin's too good for me It walked by as if I was a bum kicking My can across
get some love we are sentimental of an Eastside thug anyways anyways, as I sip on a beer I do shed a tear oh its clear oh my dear many have they hands
ticking in the timeline Ticking in the Blaze the son, was a gangsta work He live by the gun, and died over trying to sell one To a baby G, from a set
Camaro flyin' so far Drunk drivin' trees are swinging by I can't decide why she's on my mind I can't be trippin' while trying and I can't find the truth
for a job when I found this one I'd gladly murder you but I don't own a gun Hey boss, you're getting fat as a tick See my skinny ribs, I'm getting
Now once upon a time, way back in the day There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M And he was known to murder them all Gun-clapper leave
on needles waiting for Jesus Once made in the image of God who turned savages Get murdered by the government gang with silver badges I feel them assembling in
The world is cynical These are the times Unlawful principels And mindless crimes Love is devoured By the brotherhood of hate Like Carniwoures In
a loaded gun And you use it abuse it just to have your fun Your kiss is killing me slow your teeth are ripping my clothes Your body's jumping on my
we, be up for the Impalas Wit the juice, getting loose on why y'all, I make ya holla [Bad Azz] I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon
could say was Look what quickly happened to that yapping niggas I rap I'm foul, you heard my side of the fucking story My cousin Tory, with a twenty for
and flips like Benihana's What the fuck are these niggas talking 'bout? They don't want no problems I'll jump off the stage right now and make his car race
time Well you took me for a real good ride So drive on down the road and by the Time that we are home Maybe I'll begin to Have a little fun
Here we are rounding the edge again And I wonder if you recall what you said When I asked to hear your largest as yet unanswered question And you
just cynics come undone All just waiting for the gun We are tied to the truth The tie that binds me to you I'm acting on my words With all that I
clapped, where's your guns at? Money is the motive, freshhome, where's your funds at? Niggas got finesse for you pigs and your dung trap Five finger
Are we honestly programmed to hate one another? Throw hands, bent arms, release fire on this cold land New minds confined by old plans No more
will be my downfall To summon the forces of darkness Push as far as I can and fight for every chance Try to breathe the smoke-filled air haunted by
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