let them win. My gun is my identity. A job was offered it seemed so good, a chance to be rid of this neighbourhood. She took the chance and took the gun
Dust] Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless Dirty dirt Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun Let's take
man [Chorus] I'd rather be judged by twelve Than carried by the six My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks My gun ain't in my crib or carried
look like baby?) Hi haters (Throw dirt on my shoulders like I'm dead) Street Fiddadidadam I got my.. Street Fiddadidadam Got my.. Street Fiddadidadam I got my
I see you I'm gunnin' it down Because I am the laser gun carryin (The laser gun carryin') The laser gun carryin (The laser gun carryin') The laser gun
'MA DIE I'MA DIE FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS I'MA ROB I'MA ROB I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL I'MA KILL I'MA KILL FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS (OH MY GoDsh) I heard a
The Left) Bitch Im The Man I Aint Nothin Like The Rest You'll Never Find Another Nigga So Fresh You Can Do It Moving Hoe I Aint Gun Stress I Aint Introduce My
and rest I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check That's why I'm creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killa You heard them
nobody ever wrong Will I live, with a nigga be bumping my song Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone Will I journey on, will I journey on My journey
my brain is going insane lately, see how many Enemies that I have and how viscously they hate me Deliver my life from they power forgive my sins, see my sorrow, feel my
, we get nothing I look for work and get my feelings hurt They got my back against the wall And my dick is in the DIRT... [Luke "Skyywalker" Campbell
fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my
through the whole hood, follow me I got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin
do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my
it Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my
neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug
the gas smack cracks out my gun ball Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes Cause money makes Earth what it's working hurt Doing dirt they
