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L A Guns Face Down

Now you're gonna end up face down Now you're gonna end up face down Now you're gonna end up face down Now you're gonna end up face down, so Now you

debate the storm pull him the the surface That's a purpose One of these faces, make 'em nervous Catch 'em when they out for hamburgers Turn they whole lunch into a murder In a

here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute, pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down

for a mack, got caught up in a scandal, police ain't right, and we ain't either. Errybody want somethin equal, listen up my people: we gotta get down, get down

L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday

up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin' a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now J A D A

I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch

go, now we in the Louis tho It's two below hundred degrees, I'm drivin' about 103 With a S.T.L. hat on, top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin'

it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to