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bust my gun
I bust my money gun gun
Roll the spliff up light it up
Back to back shots pouring Henny in my cup uh?
Whats the fun, if you ain't drinking by

and  all of them  bad bitches
9 to 5 jobs are taking over all these riches
Time to die or go ahead a give me the confession
Sick and tired of the obsession

Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang avant qu'il n'y ait maldonne
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy

Fixe fixe

the dog in the sandlot
King of the rose Im the n***a with dem lamb chops
Ready to explode like shaking up a can pop
Puffy send a n***a for the cake then

Killuminati

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N

Pose ton gun

Suprême NTM

Supreme NTM

1998

Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang avant qu'il y ait maldonne
Boom boom bang bad boy pose ton gun
Boom boom bang bad boy

Fixe,

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying

dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See

dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See

her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking

My Lord, I swear I don’t wanna stop
Breathing ‘n calling you my love
But there’s something I cannot control
What is this fire?

I swear I don’t wanna

no mean kill a country man

Country bad no mean sell a contraband

Country bad no mean kill a hungry mama

Ngwere ekwe n'isi

Ngwere kwere n'isi (o no

Cross Bronx Expressway

Fat Joe

Make It Reign [Clean]

1998

didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it
'Cause sometimes I lose it, give me a gun and I'll abuse it
Puffin' with my family, my bitch, my money

Shoulda knew yo ass was fake from the jump
From the gate was just a snake inna slums
Tryna do the right thing
How tf you gotta Cape n a gun
But iss a lotta

Guns N' Roses

Clipse

Training Day

2001

Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who

Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This

Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call

and the griefers (okay)
Protection defeaters
All us hackers and cheaters
I've got bad habit's
Lots of tools in my backpack
Distributing AIM bots and seeding
Out

A duffel bag  of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how

this side
Babygirl keeps her nuts to herself
Like a squirrel  she a bad b**
Who don't care about pearls
She rather get a gun and
Put you on a leash if

Life’s not so smooth
Is not a bed of roses 
Full of ups and downs 
With guns and roses 

Hope for the best 
and live for the worst 
In everything you

Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)

2Pac

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun c***ed, six

shots of the liq'
N' I'm taking her home
Cus' every good drink is on me
I promise I ain't playing no games
She say that I'm a bad boy

Cozy at bottom,

Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by

fucked I jus need to work out the kinks 
Bitch I'm flowin' like a sink n barely floatin' by I feel like I'ma sink
Ooh, Insanity I'm on the brink
Ooh,