Teksty:
L A Guns Wasted

eyes The deceiver of fools was born a lie Waiting for the day to save myself It doesn't seem to come Dark black I'm dyed I have a good friend I'm beginning

but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake

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

L's with my liquor sounds sew a helluva whisper Gasing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a

Yeah, so niggaz, you'll know where I mean When I say I get the money like a money machine Yeah, I'm in L.A. Gasolin But when I'm in New Orleans

L.A. to Boston, to Nashville, Tennessee And yes 1/4 of Americans own guns In case you come back to punish your sons But Mother Britain listen, there's still a

L.A. to Boston, to Nashville, Tennessee And yes 1/4 of Americans own guns In case you come back to punish your sons But Mother Britain listen, there's still a

is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a

ve got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze