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2-GUNS


g- guns, was happening was up, i got the chronic the dope, the names 2-guns fashow im no joke i love to blow smoke cook and flip coke never agian going broke, since i can remember been a badboy!, not just rap name i stay totting 2 toys, i got the whole city screaming yelling making noise, ya hear it either ya going to learn to cheer it or fashow imma make ya fear it, both arms and according to admendments nigga i god as my witness im allowed to bear it my triggas be bigga my nigga im trying to stack my fetti make bigga figgas my nigga HaHaHa, whats my name 2-guns, 2-guns 2-guns i stay with um and both always be hott and smoking fully loaded fashow aint even got to ask G, yas already know they cocked loaded if i pull um im unloading, 2-guns be fashow pistol totting, im living on cloud 9s ill bust both triggas aiming at your eyes ill make ya go blind, fuck doing time i aint even gots to try to shine born wit it, bitch niggas quit it ya know i stay fully equipped wit it, and i said im doing it cause im doing it, i lived hard and made it through it you had your chance and blew it, im trying to change the weather, ya know stay with 2 guns and flew wit it, both heaters fresh to death always new sneakers i dare ya call me or my niggas tweakers pop,pop,pop, naw nigga we secret keepers, conceling both heaters she a dime peice ya know im trying to meet her ask me if ill keep her, HaHaHa!! whats my name whats my name, whats my name, 2-guns,2-guns,2-guns, killings my hobby i rap and write lyrics to chill wit it its my time so bitch niggas just got to deal wit it or fashow ya know ill creep one deep and kill wit it im trying to see a mill with it i got a bill wit it, make money make money make money if i gots to ill take money, bitch niggas stop acting!! funny!! when locked up we played spades not rummy ya fuck boi yous a dummy yo bitch cooking cleaning on the side with me fucking and calling me honey she broke casue i took her money,and nah she was iggght but naw dogg she wasnt no playboy bunny, HaHa!! whats my name  2-guns and ya know ill bust um i aint in the game for no fame mane that shit will fashow drive ya crazy st8 up insane im in it for the cash flow i got 5 mouths to feed they mine they all my breed, fuck wth my familyill hit ya split ya make ya bleed like we gotta eat and these streets aint no game fuck the fame, im a lion tigger bear hella hard to tame main play with my mental ill make you insane  the mebrain im hard locc, raw gutta off the chain ill sign the deal s long as it consist of a mill and a rang, dont ever thin you out of range mane 30-30 with a scope on it ya already know fashow ill hit um inthe brain, i came in the game with dope and chronic smoke lacced all up in my viens, HaHa!! what my name whats my nme whas my nam 2-guns,2-guns,2-guns, HaHaHaHahA!!!! wha up rap niggas yall ready for a real mother fucker like me huh HaHaHaHa!!!! IM COMING!!!

 

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