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with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie
Gun pop and I make my gum pop
I'm the queen of rap, young Ariana run pop

7. Tak ingin Usai 
NADIA

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

like Ge-la-to.
Learned the game from my pops
Told me on the road to riches its some pot holes!
How that boy make it out?
Guess that shit is just a plot

Recently I found myself in a permanent slumber
Medicate: count the bottles by the number
I'm nauseous from impatience as I stand as one
One round one

top me first
But I'm getting off topic lately I ain't been in the mood
I don't even call my mama
I'm poppin perkies by the twos
I got a drug problem

cage, look
Step up on the cloud
Make my fucking head stoned
Got paralyzed all my facial bones
I take the gun but I can't reload it like um
I'm

Check... 
Growing up... growing up as a La

Growing up as a Latino in America foul
Beef the whites and the blacks, everyday was wild
And since I'm

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

woman too)
By a system designed for us to fail
Keep the faith
My Black male and female ( keep praying an hoping )
Eventually we shall prevail
Our true

Wicked West

Brown Pride Riders

Brown Pride Riders, Vol. 1 [Bonus Track]

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

think Dexter's proud
Money making for the life we praise
I wanna get rich and move out to LA
I wanna feel good and prosper
Get my mind straight think I

Street Life

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

wid intelligence 
Get money like embezzlement  worrying as the president 
LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic 
Stay loyal to my clan like

about it
Miss all my niggas, white chalk about 'em
Naw they ain't like us, niggas bitch made
Lil' nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil'

mamacita like
It's nice to meet you
Then I'm swerving off
The opposition
Keep the guns involved
So it's nothing to ThaRuLA
It's wassup with yall
God Mob

betrayed by un beso
Never make moves, unless Yeshua say "yes"
Or at least I try my best to complain less
A tribe on the move is really contingent upon

didn't use his gun, but face (damn)
Know my face-card good, know why? 'Cause I done ate a lot of plates (I did)
Back in the day, no bitch in me, ayy,

current affairs this one no be side talk
Blowing off the steam cleanse my weed from the side burn
Budget ti dele paper waa gun biti wagon
10billion per

I'm Soma
Promise you my words have an impact, Mona
Talking like you know me, this is my persona

Ciao ragazzi! Tocca a me?
Dato la prova. Tocca a te!

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,

out for niggas I'm trying to do him in the worse way
Take a trip to LA leave them phones bitch you know what's crackin
Having flashbacks of being

we fire

I got lit on my own, sold a brick by my own
Those days all I needed was
A blick and a phone my young nigga hungry
He just hit a lick for his

from Kane
I got the heat in my cavalier goin LA call me King James
See me in traffic switch lanes
Doin a buck 50 in the HOV lane
Rob a nigga for his gold

the safe, show me where the money at
I ain't beefing with a bum, smacking niggas with my gun
Walk in the room, remind these niggas I'm the one

Oh you wanna

speculating figuring out where I’m from
I’m from the 6-4 LA County second to none
From the country streets where niggas always keep a shot gun
Blow through your