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L A Guns Big House

Big House Goin' back - back inside Goin' back to the Big House Goin' back inside Goin' back to the Big House Goin' back inside - back inside Goin' back to the Big

game's big dipper, big skipper You damn skirtin' the fuck if I beg to differ (right) One handed quitter when I'm lettin' down the zipper Quick to kill a

Brooklyn's Teflon I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter I was just a baby just like the face on a third card Even had a baby face like Tracy and

to God I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?

) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Aiyo, I zone out feelin' like I'm in Capone's house starin' at Manhattan and The

Ghostface Killah] Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggaz

sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan As a fan of these

Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics

sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan As a fan of these