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Stick To Your Guns This Is More

This is more than a pulse beneath my wrist Or a beat beneath my ribs This is something that cant be given away. Because what's life for some is not right

your cloning on a street walking by Keep a running for your life cause only one will survive War is in the street and it's an eye for an eye Run on for

pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the full clips Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon

Raymond who is crazy as I am He got the ammo', he got much guns Trunk the funk, now, my posse is ready to pump the chumps I wanna kill them suckers badder

help you God? Fuck you, Honor Pitt is back for another one This time he's back harder, stronger and and And a little more troublesome Double the guns, guns

cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that Bring beef where your motherfucking cribs at Shove knives in your chest where your

they able to build Come fuck with the real Coward, better play your part This shit'll lace yo' heart Get hit with a Ghostface dart And you better live this

is this, (Shaunita Laquan) What's goin' on girl, (Nothin' much what's goin' on) Nothin' where you callin' from, (New Jersey) OK, I got the loop for you, go ahead and do your

to escape this and i for one have got my mind made up even if where we stay is make shift I can't remain in this domain of semi-ape shit all i see is