Letras:
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

the fleshin' I'm legendary, yes yes, a westcoaster Throwin' up two C's, wit two guns in my holster I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton Down

wit the fleshin' I'm legendary, yes yes, a westcoaster Throwin' up two C's, wit two guns in my holster I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton

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

Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish the color of dandruff They

the Bay" that slayed Otis, the Nine-Lotus Each one adjust to his own environment Formulate this great LP, a hundred rounds spent Niggas bent on a fruitless search for nourishment They long

It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old

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

leakin' I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend A nigga hoppin' all over the map And what you learn That niggas with long paper take longer