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rubbing my eyes, look at the sun. My mother was a Christian, my daddy was a gun
Gunpowder prescription, marijuana addiction. Go to LA or Oak Park to eat

shop
I don't run when the gun go pop
I just cry at the top of my lungs for the cops
Til my mom's like stop! People are staring
Yeah, I just want them

my gun
I'll be supplanted by clone
Ey ey

Taken
Broken
Bored
Searching
Money
Blending
Cooking
Drooping
Don't try to chase me
Cause i riding in Bentley

us
To incapacitate the generations of my own skin
Then hired social workers to set the way of living
You fishing
Mama Winnie stashed a lot of guns
That

Conspiracy Theories

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

thrown big books
And hooked with a life sentence
Hunted mental stress on these la streets
Permanent like inks on flesh, shit
We blast off the big guns

chipped, now I spit better bars
My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits
We're not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones
The wrong young guns

Wicked West

Brown Pride Riders

Brown Pride Riders, Vol. 1

1999

Straight to the dome I got no gimmics
I'm bringin a lyrical twist
And clutch my fist un dedo al aire
Para todos las maricas
Mis palabras to masticas
Lord for

On some third eye shit
La Musica de Harry Fraud

On some third eye shit
What a young nigga to do? Little yute
Trying to figure the bigger truth
Fed

with some foolishness 
If I got a gun on me bets ima use it bitch
Used to have my hands dirty now a nigga too legit
Colder than Alaska my heart in

like to dance in the hip hop spots, twerking that thing like she a thot
And shawty got a gun that shit go pop cause she living la vida loca
She got junk

Look, I was never the type to lie, I live by the truth
Haven't met a girl that's really as fly as you
Photo album, I'm tryna make them pictures

A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it

We posessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'

We out, P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up

Ain't nobody fuckin'

millions
Posted on Gangway, all my niggas drilling
Switching up pistols by the way I'm feeling
Ten sticks and I got it in my Casa
Catching plays
Yeah I'm

Hittin' Switches

Brownside

Payback

2003

front, back, side to side

Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central

I stood there
Under the streetlight
Held a thumb up
In the dead of night

Cars flew by
Like stars in the sky
I closed my eyes
To say my final goodbye

like it so
How's about you try it
Oh my, oh my
I like to live la vida high 
Pastel clouds when I see the sky
Water-coloured rain
I see it black and white

Jamaican chick with the dreadlocks (Wa gun)
So good; la cabeza
Lay you flat on the mesa
Wanna hear that playa slang
Take this dough; baby do your thing (Do

Hold up the bus, hold up the bus
I'm getting on
I slept on through, I must've pressed snooze
On my alarm
A wild time, a wild time I had
Up in Toronto

VERSE
For so many days, it was just me alone
No one to listen to, no one rang my phone
So I went for a walk, as I passed by this girl
To my surprise,

everthtigng from your head to your toes
Nuclear warfare make your toes glow

Viva La Revolution, Guns cocked gonna blow
Hancock constitution, and like

in hoodies

Mark and Slap don't call them junkies
They walking by giving knowledge
Them Nells should've left the court
La Cobra snuck up and robbed him

I have been during this since 2017
But to make it in life is not by maturity
My mummy told me never give up on your dream
Keep pushing one day you

labs or codeine, but I'm so clean, and my flow mean
LaTruth a money, clip brick, cause I hold green
I heard you speak English, and you speak French

gun, horse
Diego De La Vincent Vega
All those times they hovered over me
When I wouldn't move to escape
From the rain
But instead shoot with the drops