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feat. Begetz, X-Million

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
You know it gotta be gangsta
When Other Peoples Money in the place
You ain t gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face
You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face
If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist
You don t really wanna hear the glock echo
Niggas ll get it, send shots that ll go through ya Ecko
Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin
On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin
Waitin til them semi-autos poppin
My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n poppin
Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha
Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha
Back in the V throw the toast away
Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away
Before the sirens is comin
My niggaz be runnin
Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin
And all you niggaz is frontin you really don t want it
We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin
You get shot in ya stomach y all don t really want it

[Verse 2: Begetz]
Yo, y all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly
That ll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy
Shots ll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee
If I m outta shells you get the back of the Uzi
Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina
If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya
Want heat? I can get ya a fevea
Stuffy nose cause I m sick with the heata
A fifth that ll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya
Yall get sticked in the freeza
Body wrapped up in the plastic
Just like the clothes y all get from the cleanas
Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt
Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt
I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won t stop
Soon as you rippin, then I m clickin, you spittin, you drop
And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not
You keep riffin and your lip ll be gettin you shot

[Verse 3: X-Million]
I m gettin tired, I ain t gangsta
But I m in and out of courts steady
Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy
I m from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry
Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready
For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds
Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs
Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick
Cause I m so wild nothin can kill me, I ve been dead
I m on video rollin with po-po
Them shots ll get you left lookin like Jordan logo
Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk
Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt
You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500
Not a mile on it, gully I want it
Put 100 thou on it nigga
And I ain t gangsta?

I died one night when the sky was a blanket of stars
And you sounded as clear to me then as I d heard you in years
As I lowered my eyes understanding the news that I d heard
You just turned away taking your smile and those crippling words...

It s so nice to see you
It s so nice to remain here
Your life s been a strange ride
Taking sides
I can reach your mind
It s all so, it s so clear now
Must you refrain, no!
So open wide
I won t deceive you
Cause I have nothing to say to you
Your thoughts are...

Grey heavens, no light shed
Bleak day, change is ahead
Oval mountainside, naked cold
Unreleased powers, no fright

Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze
Cold chambers, punishment awaits
Hollow tone haunts, anticipation s choir sings
Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum

Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95
World moves, in...

W strugach deszczu rozpływam się, usta drżą i czuję lęk, po mej twarzy wolno tak toczy się kolejna łza, w strugach deszczu moknie też fotografia ta w dłoni mej, wszystko to co zostało mi z tamtych chwil, te wspomnienia wciąż kręcą się tu, jak jadowity wąż kusić chcą znów.

Resolve

Time rolls
As days go by
And now I ve figured
That I ain t gonna last
Summer skies
Are leaving me behind

So resolve your loving said all
I ll be lost when you re gone
Blind me from keep...