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Answer The Into The Gutter

moved Don't go into the gutter Don't go into the gutter It means so much to me, aww please Don't got into the gutter Don't go into the gutter Don't you

run this, we rule this If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this No question, no half-steppin' Streets is my profession, heat in my posession Hollow-tips is the answer

in Even the coroner found it quite savage When he saw what forensics uncovered A few pieces was all they could salvage Out of the red running gutter...

on my answering machine, then stand by [Chorus] [Outro - Chamillionaire - imitating Chingo Bling] "They Can't Deport Us All," chico I got into they ice, to get into

answer in their sweet faces That tells me why I live and die? Follow the wind song, follow the thunder Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes Down to the gutter

enemy USA made, field grade steel face Movin' at a Canibus pace in the proto subspace Nobody could hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual shape

in Even the coroner found it quite savage When he saw what forensics uncovered A few pieces was all they could salvage Out of the red running gutter...

from its meadows runs into the gutters all glutted with pink ostrich feathers the plumage that falls from a macy's day dancer answer me it's raining

answers. Fuck the law we wrote the order. Fuck the bridge because we built the borders. I'd rather take my life than believe. I'd rather rot with the answers