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L A Guns Turn It Around

Could have been a better ending Turn it around Turn it around Very slow Turn it around Turn it around Don't let go Turn it around Turn it around Turn it around

style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A

Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me It

'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (

Tired of not being a millionaire But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a d*** brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I

shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a prov, it

Yo, you can't fake it life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy wanna go and try to take shit Found

you a boss If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off A cult following, hustlers they love me Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me

street Thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin L's, poppin' glocks to it Word up, come on, we make it bump one time, word up My man, Nas, make it bump