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of a gun crime?
I don't know the answer that's why I brung mine
Riding by myself late at night
Pistol on my lap at every single red light
I made my bed right

moms and his child

[Mysonne]
Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats

Flame rose from the ashes should’ve seen it
Blackbird
Shot down by the phoenix
Way too much soul
For the grave to hold
My people don’t die
We just

want more than a taste

Electric, kid magnetic
Stayed intrepid through depression
Been to hell and back
Can never crack
Had no direction

Hanging on by

If I die in battle with my gun on me, and my clip empty, I fuckin' tried
But I aint dead yet
I get the next check
I do what I do to get by
You can miss

vacant. 
N’ face it, yall have angels, companied by
Demons;
Some of them are patient
Doesn’t mean you can’t have reasons, 
To be ahead on the pavement.
So

Go Out on the Town

Killer Mike

PL3DGE

2011

hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby

OUT touch so cold
I rather altercations
I'm consumed by anger
Their ain't no restoration 
Put a gun to my head 
Fuck lacerations
Then I woke up the next

is lyin in they second drawer
Next door to some bullshit they ironed
Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
I do everything my Penn

Hello from the other side 
It's D-Y-N-E 
Die die die 
A man that can do both 
Wrong or right 
And be the victor by landslide 
Majority rules on all

Gettin' Closer to God

Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

Snatcha Season, Vol. 1

1998

Uh
Premo, D&D y'all, that's right
I wanna speak a little truth
About what guns is really about 
'Cause me being a victim of guns
Was

Phat

Onyx

Bacdafucup

1993

da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!

[Fredro Starr]
It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof I've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look,

If you live by the gun
You die by the same fate
So no gunplay, pops took toys away
Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day
(Righ) went back

Soul Food

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

to me
Like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?

It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see

Long Story

Kingpin Skinny Pimp

King of Da Playaz Ball

as hell, and the judge was a ho
Finna slap me with assault cause I threw my ex-wife to the floor
An inmate going to trial, standing next to the door
Behind

shit all by myself, you better pay me back fuck nigga!
Before I pull up on you nigga, don't make me fuck your baby mama nigga!
Burn! I'm a lunatic
Sorry,

at gods front door
I got some people trying to take my all
Trying to keep me on a low act like I ain't know
I got some haters, I treat special
Sitting right

Soul Food

Goodie Mob

Collection

2006

to me
Like that looking stupid of course
living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see

about the foreign cars
Or sparking jars of weed
Or just tryna start beef with the larger star
Y'all got next, I'm a legend right now
I got the throne,

Besides the zeros to hell with all the drama, all your shit is mid
I should call you D-Rose, they be telling stories and legends about me
How he rose, how I

make my day
Remember when you said you loved me that was so amazing
But I actually was just high
Bust in there right
I picture walking in the door

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

gonna hurt
Lose some homies in the works
You wanna half a P, homie that's 640
If Google Maps right, make it home by 840

Pull up to Kissimmee, the hoes

right here

Calico M one-ten, a hundred rounds in it
Rose gold jewels on, selling cracks every minute
Big niggas out screaming out, "Two for 15!"