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I'm a killer for realer my momma still with child chilla blood drippin like vanilla when im shooting a willa brown pride east side twenty years old what a life of a heart im fucking tired of this life is sick as clown blue dodger hat on bangin like donkey kong tryin make a phone call ive been a g all long fade back is my song gang moncho is my home doing purpies on that car just to gather me a car i stay arm and its warm bloody blood like its was born stop honking on that horn im not stopping for no whore this is masta war Letras de cancionesive been cursing since i was born on my hands and knees can you forgive me lord but its like fuck it cause im coming homie aint nothin funny this land im looking money im trying to fuck a little something not trippin if you stunny still snatch you like a bunny cause you fuckin with the killers that be gunnin as im hunting {CHORUS} 2X Im A Ride Im A Shine Just A Deadly Game Of Life Fuus Trippin And I Try Im An Angel In Disguise Im A Bust Let It Thrust Angel Dust Got Me Stuffed Dont Give A Fuck Where You From And Ese Thats Just How Its Done Im a ride Im a side see the gleam in my eye out of bounce do or die leave that ass paralyzed complicated is my life im an angel in the skies bald headed tatoos bullet wounds i'll survive lucky nights pay the price shake you vatos like a dice yellow tape the crime scene white chalk an ail life bodies cold yeah i know put a tango upon the toes zip em up and ship em out and ese that was for the hore you smashin then blastin there askin what happened i put my enemigas in the gravel with a passion traspuso hay supo is what there gettin here il'll be riding in the block and i'll be riding on the tear give a fuck im a nut and i bang like a slut leave you bloody drippin wet handle like a gun times up now what eliminated coby dumb Mr. Chino whittier trece and ese thats where im from {CHORUS} 2X Im A Ride Im A Shine Just A Deadly Game Of Life Fuus Trippin And I Try Im An Angel In Disguise Im A Bust Let It Thrust Angel Dust Got Me Stuffed Dont Give A Fuck Where You From And Ese Thats Just How Its Done East up g'd up homie not giving a fuck bangin my ride like a nut smoking skunk thats wassup bandana across my face tryin see some blood spray we could do some slug tray if you think you can fade i came to play i came to cay not trippin on L.A fucked it off in my gang so i got the hood fame sewed it up til i die I got litlle ones by my side porteges in my eye guns are teachers how to survive eliminated concentrating starts right here its just a big SC im from the city of Whittiers still bangin out loud puttin in enemigas and clowns abliberate your whole clika when its time to get down you see i roll when its mando so you better go block i tell the truth when i spit street knowledge all the time vatos run when they see me stop drop and roll im like a fuego homies serio Baby Jokes and Chino (Thanks to BETO for these lyrics and to KINGxROGER for these corrections) From Letras Mania