Songtexte:
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 rest'll come nigga Fame is a fast thang, that gangbangin puttin niggaz in a casket, murdered for hangin at the wrong place at the wrong time, no longer

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 said

m from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get

up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin' a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now J A D A

and Kevin Living dead, hoes giving head to the Feds Catch him with the Calico, light him up in bed Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two

a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is a

yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a

til this day they don't let me in I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed I hate a bitch named Pebbles like L.A. Reed I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks