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Number One Gun Find Your Escape

fall Not enough to keep the walls from coming down You have to believe in yourself You're better off without an escape Leave it all and as a concept in your

half fall Not enough to keep the walls from coming down You have to believe in yourself You're better off without an escape Leave it all and as a concept in your

. Ears don't hear so clear 'cause I stuck a pencil inside my temple. My blood escapes from outta the hole, your broadcast is white from every one of my

Side, South Side South Side, South Side Your man wants to get rid of ya 'cause now you're the number One neighborhood pharmaceutical distributor How could you ever expect this From your

buy my cure South Side [x4] Your man wants to get rid of ya Cause now you're the number one neighborhood pharmeceutical distributor How could you ever expect this from your

booking niggas that's claiming they've got a stack for me My raps are purely worded with allegories inserted Fuck with your hearing leaving one of your

sugguest you get the fuck up out the West when it come to gun play there's no contest I leave you wit two holes one in yo dome one in yo chest an Elliot

code, with five seconds to explode Escape wit the scroll, my family gun ho Five hundred mellows, crackin serafino Ropin casinos, but seenin a man, wit gun

shot from Angelina Jolie's gun; think Joey the one I'm a fake? Ain't your run-of-the-mill I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills For me it