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how many bullets? - la eazy lyrics

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50 got shot 9x and still an ass hole
not me h*ll no
if i’m shooting 9times
that n*gga dead at all times in

but i got one question on my mind

how many bullets does it take to keep a n*gga mouth closed
(idk)
let’s go ask his momma down the road
(h*ll no)
f*ck that go see if his baby momma

let that sh*t be known

walk down slime repear big ass bullets i call dem b*tches superdomes

n*gga anything goes

i ain’t got no time for these n*ggas
when i got my mind on my riches
soon as old dude to get b*tching
dem 20 shots got em twitching
well as for the body we put em in ditches
this drip cocaine white likе feathers on a chicken
i’m walking contradiction that’s mе
i’ll say stop the violence keep the peace
to go get the piece
i’m a sidewalk n*gga
that really saw the streets
but a lot of you n*ggas
should’ve stayed on the curb with me
n*ggas grow up say f*ck the princ*p*l
then a n*gga get k!ll because of the princ*p*l

then i know a stupid b*tch
“why you condoning this”

black crime ain’t even real
white people do the same sh*t

how many bullets does it take?
that i gotta show a real n*gga
that he really f*cking fake

how many bullets does i need?
that i gotta tell lil homie he was safer before he bleedin

how many bullets do he want?
i didn’t even get to ask that question cause his body in the trunk
how many bullets can i send?
hittin yo momma home she prolly thought i was the f*cking mailman

la eazy on the mic
lil eric on the words
i ain’t shooting in the air cause my enemies ain’t birds
and i’m all about that action
like i’m all about my verbs

i ain’t shooting in ya leg
cause ya better off dead
my favorite color is red
every f*cking every word that i said
that bih solid solid

when that glock was in my hand
b*tch i felt like the man
growing up i use to be scared
but never again

i took out my iron
just to put em on a shirt

i ask my big boss how much the f*cking body

30 racks n*gga good job come get yo work
then he ask me

how many bullets did it take to make em merch¿?

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