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L A Guns Hey World

a while And still I sit here by myself and smile There's no easy way, there's nothing to say It gets harder each and every day Each and every day Hey world

{Greg Nice} Hella hella hella 1997 style, hey hey hey hey What what? Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey hey hey {Busta Rhymes} Greg Nice, Busta Rhymes in

Tourin the country in a big ass bus Fulfillin my dreams smokin buds is a must now a days is rough Babylon is a bitch im twitchin and dippin just to smoke

Got Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like

the lowest I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way The dead society of a poet Homie I'm focused but that's something that a

gonna lie, if I wasn't doing this now I'd probably'd be tied down in a small town With my eyes on a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies

at the castle, come and fuck with us And further more, got the birds of raw, I deserve a tour Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that, thats murda' whore In a

won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up I know you like that, throw your hands up Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns

down at the dirty, dirty, A.T.L. Or you can catch me, on the west coast, that Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali, Cali Catch me at that Midwest, hey, I'm all over the world