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to destroy in the name of Allah. Like the mustard gas he launched upon us during Desert Storm, Arming a million citizens with guns preparing them to kill,
mouth is like a gun verbal ammunition on a mission of fun wishing it would rain cause I'm hotter than the sun my style is the toast and my voice is
a greater man except Jesus Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me The original Likwit rough rhymer Protected by the gat and bandana, who
rien par le zen, en mode ranno parisienne, en mode vroum-vroum Drive by moteur puissant en mode flaque de sang gp800 Sors un gun ou un tampon si t'es
Of every lonely Christmas In the ghetto We could still hear the load guns And the government They don't give a fuck about us us Deporting all
Pirus. L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena. Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family. The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone, Circle
kept Something that is done when you live by the gun Get down, the shots went bang It wasn't planned this way, just meet my demand And things will go
morning waitin' for these ladies to come No guns, nothin' but fun, one love underneath the Sun See it's not where you from but how you kick it Remember
Nachdem die getönten scheiben runtergehen Hol' ich die scheiben runter vom laden Drive-by aus dem schwarzen jeep Welcher Hurensohn will mit den Kurden
Nase Nachdem die getönten Scheiben runtergehen Hol' ich die Scheiben runter vom Laden Drive-by aus dem schwarzen Jeep Welcher Hurensohn will mit den
Mad it is you know to think you are Hardcore as the guys in L.A. are Well, my pal, you don't need all that hardcore Yo motherfucker, you know what's
go, giocanna eyes low Two-way E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes Ball til I Fall, that's my motto In LA, NY even in Flo Sittin on 'tractin rims wit'
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
remains in The brain of the LA zoo Crooked cops and the government Set the blueprint For the gunmen, the black and the SN Goons It's the life of the trife
niggas from The Deuce I was raised by the streets It's a LA summer, we in Waikiki Thank God for another summer I'm still alive and I fuckin' love it Seen
options Shit I'm better by myself This nigga told and that nigga told, too When the pressure really on, these "tough niggas" gon fold, Too Gang allegations,
with poodle bacon And piss on his spliff Sorry if your dog is hanging By his collar now I guess that's just what… life is all about Kill timе with
true say the opps gotta agree by now Our block still winnin' awards like Federer There ain't no back and forth in it like Nadal The opp boys bored,
(Trip) (Brr) (Beats it by Ghost) (Wouh) Musibet, musibet Hata yap, kusur et, yaşanır husumet Geceler pusu hep, bu kalem bücür hep Durmadan hücum et,
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