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sitting by your side. 

The safety regulations, 
Are rigorously explained, 
The exits have been pointed, 
The buckle-belts are strained, 
Upwards lifts

slugs up on my gums
Before I'm recognised by the who's who on the up
Show me that I'm really the gold you found in the dust
Show me your heartbeat
Show me

of us who are caught up in this hell
we all live in. Content with being blinded by rules and judgment
We live in a world where it's more okay to follow

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
You've been where?
With who?
And if you asking
And if you asking
Astronomic questions
Astronomic questions
All these Astronomic

English, I'm mikey, wayne vanish


I go by weezy f b thass who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new Id
I beat up the track like the new ali
And leaving eye

a gun
in hand

Lord I don't understand

maybe the kid was fed up

where the f*** is Jay at

what is this shit a set up

let me not say that

the three

tell me none (Fuck 12)
Pops got incarcerated when I was very young (Like 12)
That should've told me some (Damn)
But now I'm 21 still living by the gun

on my own cause I don't know who I can really trust
Aye
Niggas dying this shit wicked in my city got to tote a gun
Bond my soul with my spirit
Pour my

K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in LA, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac
Nigga

a Zonda
I watch my homegirl mama
Prostitute downtown in a Honda
Meanwhile
My boy got gun down
Somebody go tell his mama
Who won now
Whos paying for

I wanna run away
Don't wanna lie, I don't want a life
Send me a gun and I'll see the sun
I'd rather run away
Don't wanna lie, I don't want a life

Chaps, chain, start jacking him
Draw for the gat, start gun bucking 'em up
Torture path leave some shattering
All his mandem come off the block
Jump

from their foundations
 
We dragged ourselves on a twenty-mile mission to fill our goblets in the kitchen
Got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank who

Ay who got all these niggas walking around
With all this motherfuckin' air in they chest?
Oh, you pumpin' your motherfucking self up, huh?

You

Green tea on the track
Pull up with the gang, niggas know we on one
Bitches acting lame, nah we don't carry no guns
You niggas don't want it, imma

hip yeah I still keep a 9
Crystals in my nose I do another line
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Bitch I'm geeking
Off the Molly
I don't even know if I know my name
(Who

he had a gun.
But they’re just crazy .
Wouldn’t happen to y’all
Don’t worry bout y’all safety
Don’t worry about who’s outside
If cartel pulls up

Offbeat Bare Ass

311

Grassroots

1994

and grab it 
Some trip over roots and say fuck it I'm sunk 
I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs (hey) 
I am the one who scores the herb

Offbeat Bare Ass

311

Grassroots [Clean]

1994

and grab it
Some trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunk

I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs
I am the one who scores the herb
When

Once you were young
You had fun like a gun
Now you're old and your bones are upset

You get tired about 3 o'clock
Make some tea and go for a walk

Body count dumb I don't know the sum but
If you wan't some be toating your gun
Dodging these warrants I got a bunch and she
Got a hunch that police

his tracks by PJ.

Urban Terror, Easter LAN, sure you can.
Grab your snack, put on your kevlar pack.
Remember to sprint and jump, and do yourself

stop til its done I'ma sell by the gram
Don't fuck wit them nigga who taking a stand like a witness you better stand up like a man
Jump in that whip

bones have thorns
Im a skeleton rose
I keep them on their toes
Like theyre by a fence post

Jump for joy
Lay down for love
Does a pied piper
Only smoke