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I still don't think you are hearing me clear
You must understand that our friendship is done
Justified by the person that you have become
Felina the girl that I loved.
So in anger I
challenged his life for the love of this maiden,
down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was
by the hour.
They're lovers of death the fucking creeps,
Screwing our earth, as our earth weeps.
Iron ladies and steel men
Waiting for their
This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a can
They put a soda in
I don’t sip the liquor,
bitch
Gettin' head like whoo
Your big dreams, I'm just livin' it
I'm front row, you just witnessin'
I'm loved by few, respected by all
Hated by many, but
uh
uh
yeah yeah
fuck
shit
Y'all don't even know
This is business of the Lord
I'm feeling cynical
All guns against the pope
I'm walking through these
[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....
[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga
left of what's mine
I almost took you by mistake for someone else
You're just a wild guess in a see-through dress
I don't wanna hear you squealin'
their own families, what's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case i gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylontrying
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
large before niggas had
To guard they chest
Before them boys in LA put The God to rest
BIG! Get money, or starve to death (Yep)
Got killers among me,
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back,
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
Death wasn't really the worst part
Time spent floating above is
The body done when the hurt start
They call it passin', that's not it, they lying
said death's hot so I gave her a kiss
Swing a hammer like a Wiimote
Touch her like a remote
These niggas down bad
These niggas fucking goats they doing
To the sounds of the underground
Move in tight
I take you on the run around
Being chased around
Stop to kiss you
On the higher ground
Looking down
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
Yeah
Banks
COTI
Yo
Hunnid dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two fucks with Fendi F's
Learnin' by
of your set?
And why they never get it popping but they party to death?
Yea, and why they gonna give you life for a murder?
Turn around only give you
Felina has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for,
One little kiss and Felina goodbye.
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