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G B H Chance For Living

jeans, say they wanna' learn to shoot. You don't need no judge and jury, just vibrate to the sound of fury. You only get only get one chance for living

jeans, say they wanna' learn to shoot. You don't need no judge and jury, just vibrate to the sound of fury. You only get only get one chance for living

not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin' in the crates for something smooth Showbiz & A.G

Bob Digi, U-G-O-D, Raekwon The Chef, the Inspektah Deck M-E-T-H-O-D the B-O-B-B (The Man) Straight up, Masta Killa, the GZA The Genius, it's the Ol'

'em burn nigga [Verse Two: B.G.] Give me a can of gas, a torch, my strap and Im gon' ride Once I find who I'm lookin' for I'll set 'em on fire Searchin

Nu hör jag bara frida I mina lurar! Och jag hör bara dej! Det är inget. det var inget. bättre lyssning. Hörru-hör-du-mej

G(G-G)(H-B-G's nigga)believe dat Hot Boy fo life Nigga, we gon' do this for all tha projects around tha world right (Mag, Melph, Callio)H-B-G's, B-G-F

not a chance in redemptions hell cause your head is hot and fevery hot and fevery hot and fevery hot and fever hot and fevery (g. verse five) spinning

what lies for myself Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life 'Cause those who live wrong