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Tell me where the guns are left around
Wanna start a riot (I wanna start a riot)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la (Ayy)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
(Yo,

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

la verdad
I ain't tryin' to impress ya just to get under ya dress
Nor am I tryin' to worry yo ass to leave you caught up in stress
I'm The Real Mc Coy,

Da, da-da-da, la-la

I look for God on the daily
Praying that the Reaper
Don't take me in a land controlled by Hades (hey)
I'm feeling hasty, yet

Ay yo, so we going to do it like this here
Go 'head

Da, da-da-da, da-da
Da, da-da-da, la-la
Da, da-da-da, da-da

And a-one, two, three (da,

on met des gole-mon devant
Dégaine le gun de la boca, Zino, Hayce Lem
Veni vidi vida loca

like a mu'fucking trolley
Chopper gon' blow him from LA to Raleigh
Lean in my cup and I'm popping a molly
Stay with the gas, I ain't talking unleaded
So

Come and Get It

Redman

Backstage: A Hard Knock Life

1999

get it) Tha Bricks don't fuck wit her
(Come get it) I represent Jers' till I die
Smoke on the la la la, la, la, la
[Lady Luck] (Redman)
(Come get

and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was

Picasso? How you say it
Ignorant, how we play it
Make more money when we don't say it like
Wha la la, la la, la la la la
You gon play it like
Yeah, yeah,

I just hit NY
And you know I was on a private jet flight
Going back to LA, going back to LA, yeah
Yeah, yeah, finna go hit LA
Finna call my twizz up,

L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from

If you want some you can get some
We can do it with the small or the big guns
Bout Whatever and whenever you
Want to do with this war shit we used

Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma Ma Ma Ma) Ma Baker, she never could cry
(Ma Ma Ma Ma) Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

Belfast
Belfast
When

opère tard la no-che
Un plan drive-by, que je récupère la coche
Iencli m'appellent, je dois vite fait décrocher
Je gère la ligne, les Fuckboi se sont

bon pour la santé

Paroles by MINS

that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians
La costra nostra, we moving through your hood

Westside Slaughterhouse [Edited]

Ice Cube

The Best of Westside Connection [Clean]

2007

the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun

gusta mi flow, yo lo sé (pah)
Ando arma'o, yo que tú corro
Tengo par de putas, quieren sex 
Y me las chingo con gorro
Les doy bien duro como es 
Y se

the gangsta guns veins,
Van más por la ley, pero no saben quién es el rey,
Jage in the plays, check ma tracks the next day, 
I see puppets on the lane begin

No Mercy

Pharoahe Monch

Internal Affairs

1999

we down by law) And when I hold this pound down for
It's for me to put it down (By war), shit is like downhill
I'ma make a nigga smell the corpse

padre en nuestro amor no cree
Dice que yo le caigo mal

I'm a mean man, but I'm her man
Her man alone
I'm a mean one
A son of a gun
I keep her by

up you gotta live yo life by the gun
But it is what it is and it's gone come how it come

Bad news
Hate to let my family know the bad news 
Cause when

Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Thibodeaux, Fontenot tous leur cousins
Vien pour voire ma chère Yvonee dans la douzain
Bien habillier,