How Many More Times, treat me the way you wanna do? How Many More Times, treat me the way you wanna do? When I give you all my love, please, please be
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guns they'll never find My Lethal Weapon's my mind "A lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A
shed blood, gotta leave this world with somethin, a realer nigga for more than I can handle, the trust was asked so that's for a mack, got caught up in a
cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes 'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time Next time you in the A-T-L get
each jaw In the millenium, war against Palestinians A century is done, plenty of guns Plenty of bombs, many shall come And my name, a homeless man ridin' a
us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz No matter how you try, niggaz never die We just retaliate
step and we can jump it off right here Fuck y'all niggaz, fuck y'all niggaz How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real? How many niggaz you
shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit The Marilyn Monroe,
the neighborhood drug flow They don't know about the drama or about the guns I ask how many politicians steal our funds And how many officers will turn
plot to get richer Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer,
we gave him a job, making three hundred a week But he slipped on my piece, now he's back in the streets How many times have you let your tongue go slip
ice got the price of a home and a lobe Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this dough
my cousins out in Compton [DJ Quik] I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can A-B-C-D-E-F no G Hennessy
'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food! 'cause when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga! And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no
like a werewolf in a full moon With the force of a Trojan horse pushin', forward Have your seatbelt fastened We blastin' into orbit, movin' toward a
wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah) Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady How rich this
