Texty:
L A Guns Long Time Dead

the feeling I can't shed It might seem like a premonition But a long time dead Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead A long time dead

m from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get

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

and Kevin Living dead, hoes giving head to the Feds Catch him with the Calico, light him up in bed Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two

a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a

yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a

til this day they don't let me in I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks

find I stick out like a sore thumb with all this shine I gotta killa mentaility with a ballers grind I'll get you clipped long distance with a cordless nine Send a

give 'em the 16 Like my guns dirty and hands clean Loose bitches in tight jeans Old money and crack fiends was a fetish Before Guliani got into office and deaded