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L A Guns Nothing To Lose

gets things done Yeah, yeah, yeah You got nothing, nothing to lose Street life, pay your dues Gonna sing the young man dues You got nothing You got nothing, nothing to lose

Barber Shop MC's, freestylin' over instruments Spark a blunt then a incent, fix it They put on a tape, my DJ was pissing, sat on a mission To dimes I

rappers need teaching, lesson A [Chorus: x2] (I'm a b-boy) I started in the park Two turntables and a microphone makin it art (I'm a gangsta) To keep

heart for this, bust a gun and body shit Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch

's Isle sol-dier Verse Four: Malik B Don't come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win lose

you to act like a killer, so they can kill you Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage To just move back a little cuz

the first Dice raw big car Logan's Isle, soldier Don't come across that line or pay a cost Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft Win, lose

is just a figment you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid This is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X." better float up

Back home, everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Back home, ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing