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21 Guns

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies

pull shit The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down like Beanie Mac told niggaz or meet the fo'-fo' nigga I let them guns blow,

I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] They call the D-O-dub Why you really trippin' cuz 21, 20 crips and all

what I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] They call the D-O-dub Why you really trippin' cuz 21, 20 crips and

I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] They call the D-O-dub Why you really trippin' cuz 21, 20 crips and all

who to ask for That 21 year old young gun with bricks in the Jaguar, nigga [Fabolous] The kid push Bentley exaust thru And if you see my guns you would

The children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place

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] My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale's, I build With dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill, in dix hills for fish scale, to cop guns, the time come