This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
my nose clean livin' in sin alright I had a friend down in Alcatraz He had the money and machine guns stashed We busted out June 21 We gonna rob, steal totin' our guns
lead pipe, so get ya head right I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light I'm comin' for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's, for real
the children will sing a song in the streets it sounds like the 23rd psalm to the music of 21 guns the flowers are dead in a vase by the bed the place
around and I know that its always around. The children will sing a song in the streets and sounds like the 23rd song to the music of 21 guns The flowers
you do time When you creep through the hood and kill your own kind They building county jails and penitentiaries They gettin' ready for the 21st century
G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis Some brothas shootin
the only way (ay ay ay i JUST WON 200 THOUSAND IN VEGAS =D) When i turned 16 i got a drop top BEEMER and a 4.6 RANGE ROVE at 21 i had a all white BENTLEY
Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
means if you floss too much your gums'll bleed That's why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump my way to 21 'til I was taught to come - RIGHT
big lot 600s on chrome, it don't stop Detroit we just hot Young niggas stay fly at all times Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides Keep our guns by our
Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex gal stayed on a check I got that Mickey, baby, little mama I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady Move like a running back, 21
that L O X is Ruff Rydin now, c'mon niggas) Wild out (What, what) Wild out (Wild out, wild out, wild out) Wild out (All my niggas throw your guns up
somethin' - 1970 somethin' [singin' background: MC Quita] Respect now B.I.G. along with Biggie Sound [verse 3: Biggie Sound]* Since eighty-nine I grow up with guns around Today at 21
more fiends than you've ever seen It's pain I deliver, reflection, every word like a mirror Bigger picture, try to keep shit in perspective Dumbs out, guns
carry gard and sent ya (Medallion Island) Cuz times they take agenda The same place, the same 38, on the same date, the 21st of November Yeah yeah Freeze
'm catash and that's the motherfuckin' difference For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks back Still standin' where the rocks at Two thousand one, we still young guns
who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa We celebrities with guns, shooting stars Yeah remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars Spray 21