LIVE BY THE GUN

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Aug 28, 2002
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Man, game's so "deep'...I gotta use'a "snorkel' when I talk...
We creep and when I aim the heat, cat's get lined in chalk...
And mankind as we know it, stands on the block...Hold steady...
With both hands on the glock...I'm cold and ready to rip'em...
Turn they soul to fetti, wita life in my hands as I grip'em...I got
shit on lock...Strip'em of they pride...And most talk about doin
dirt, but when was they down to ride? I know them punchs hurt
but atleast you tried...When I'm provoked, I can't control the
beast inside...When foo's like me try to "Jack-youll' run and "Hyde'...
Get caught wita hot one, right onda side...Cracked chest plate and
still blast shots, aint nothin fun...Tek on my lap, cus I live by the gun....