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L A Guns Pissed

this, I'm pissed I went to jail today Hope that big fat slob ain't gay I killed them all today There is nothing left to say Except for this, I'm pissed

be retreaters While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns

Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a

caught a nigga and I beat him to death But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay Away from New York and go lay up in L.A. I know intelligent niggaz that

yo iA'm sick as a motherfucker,bitch you a motherfuker you tryin'to diss on a motherfucker like me iA'll kill you motherfuckers Its a motherfuckin' shame

plus they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through your teflon Before you get a chance

s a little too late Johnny's taking heads off of all the fagots who hate 'Cause I'm like God, motherfucker, there's a price to pay Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker

, I've been working at this ever since I was a kid I played a million empty shows to only family and friends What kind of person can dis a band that

I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover A smooth