Letras:
L A Guns It S Over Now

ve worked it out somehow But it's over now I thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now Could've worked it out But it's over now

Russie and Diggie It's nothin' no biggie And if I have to I do it myself I'm feelin' like a Puff with no Biggie Now these joker nigga's O.D. Pullin'

was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a [8 Bars] [Verse

out, we takin over Them boys is comin, and they aimin straight for the neck The B-L-A, C-K, S-O-X [Bluechip] Yo, yo, well it's the B dot L dot, you

Plastic Timbs And My Lyrics Go Over A Niggas Head Like A New Era Brim And I Bang Like A New Era Brim Translation A Brim Is A Blood Like Me A Mac 10 Any

on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what

it on [Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians Perfect combination, check it Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real [Wyclef] You say guns

Closet!! Lily: It's like a dream! A beautiful beautiful dream! Ok dreams over! I've got to have these! Miley: Wait there's more! Lily: ANOTHER CLOSET?

m already loud maybe, It's a little too late, Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate, Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price