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Guns Up All In

it, but I'd leave it Cause you dont know you. You cant afford the things you've past, the pull of time has its arm around you. Will you put it all in

sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know

was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat was poor Y'all

) Nowhere to turn. There's no way out. P. Diddy: I'm ready to call it quits from all this shit. Even resign from the niggaz I been balling with I'm second guessing, all

, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe its all three? I just came up and you're all against me Now ask

'm getting high getting head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on about half a million With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I could see about a billion All

No more confessions only suggestions I think Sam set me up, 'cause them bullets squeezed up From the rear, and Sam was the only nigga there Then they all

? We got the real live shit Fuck y'all niggaz wanna do It's all fucked up now What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now

's understood, I do it for the hood I'm talking summertime cookouts and wintertime flights It ain't nothing, we hearing shots all night Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run White boys jump out, running wit they guns