flames I just want to feel alive March on, march on Until I'm at the gates March on, march on So I stand at the gates, Screaming "I am not afraid"
the flames I just want to feel alive March on, march on Until I'm at the gates March on, march on So I stand at the gates, Screaming "I am not afraid
the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin Where death lives on Where young run foaming at
Young crazy californians Postin bout six in the mornin On a quest to take the breath of my opponent Them alls can't live My cousins invite guns in they
named lola true dick smokah,part-time broker late nite she work at strokers, her cousin name mocah got a insane spine and its crazy cause i fucked em both at
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns His autobiography had came to an end With the final chapter written in blood upon a skin From snakes, that was dirty as
after, a whole brand new screen show I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes
done No time for sleep, jump in your jeep And pump up the funky beat a whole week Beeper goes off, yo, smash it and trash it You're too young to be plumped
stops, points a glock to my fuckin' head I grab my pillow,crack the back window Pull out the tre-8, bust three times at the gate Lord have mercy, the
bitches, love none for these bitches It's that motherfuckin' nigga named Shyne What's my motherfuckin' name? Put a bullet in your brain Leave your shirt stained, guns
bitches, love none for these bitches It's that motherfuckin nigga named Shyne What's my motherfuckin name? Put a bullet in your brain Leave your shirt stained, guns
your government name but I'm still loadin my guns, gettin it on and if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate
on the plate Know a couple of niggas ain't never comin' out the gate Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas know Servin' thangs at school,
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
