Lyrics:
L A Guns Give A Little

give a little love, give a little love Give a little love, give a little love, give a little love Give a little, give a little Give, give a little, give

South Gotti nigga is real (Dirty South) Gangsta Rap got mass appeal Little white boys in the 'burbs got heat A ghetto is a ghetto, and a street is strict

can be is L M O O X P, motherfucker You keep thinkin' when I flow Pa, it's a wrap Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap For real, we

it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to

a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes

can't afford it so you player hate, I see the logic My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet As long as L-O-X keep giving you what you

or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a little

a cell or a prison or in hell's armageddon just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle we know the riddles of life where others know only a

the state Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' wit dawg? I'm a ruff ryder, weed smokin' Gun totin' heroin supplier I'm a ruff ryder on a low dawg