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L A Guns Nothing To Lose

gets things done Yeah, yeah, yeah You got nothing, nothing to lose Street life, pay your dues Gonna sing the young man dues You got nothing You got nothing, nothing to lose

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

a yacht, no callin the cops In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop Givin a dime cock, blowin away Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day Pick up a

a gun and body shit Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch There ain't nothing

I don't quit Comin' with that dogg pound gangsta shit Yea, peep game Check, I break a nigga neck I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I like to rock a

' for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage To just move back a little

now to take you to a different place Where peace lovin' whales flow through liquid outer space A groovin' and a gliddin' as graceful as lace A never losing

neckbones and a pot of rice WHOA! I know I ain't right, but motherfucker I'm WHOA! Hit you with a Jackie Chan chop like WHOA! Chase you with a half a

you to act like a killer, so they can kill you Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage To just move back a little cuz