side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here?s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone, and no more caribou Guns, guns, guns You
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to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon stop yo Nigga, I'ma blast off Straight to the dome, you entered in the Bad Boy zone [Mark Curry] Yo, yo, uh Who's
the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess
ain't got no mutha fuckin friends Thats why I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the
bang, bang, duck quick I guess you rookies tough shit, cause you bust clips But suck dick Cause a kid got his cap pealed The rap deal, from the phonies who
{All parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess} *1 [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me *2 [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them
Jimmy Henchman, in due time I know you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust but you
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin
(feat. Elton John) Uhh, Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel [Chorus - Elton John:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with
, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who
guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
Power.. pow.. power... Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker
(feat. Elton John) Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel [Chorus:] Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red
[2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well guess who's movin
What's up? How you feelin? Yeah-yeah 3rd Eye Guess who? (3rd Eye Come on Come on) Come on! What you say, what you say? You know the format, baby I
into it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, till the sun come out A nigga playin, we make the guns come out Now, my question is who
Funk Flex Yeah, G-Unit You understand whats about to happen? huh .. huh? (do you understand?) Nigga guess who's bizzack It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay
