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bagg haze - shooting gallery lyrics

[intro: voice sample]
play this record as frequently as possible
then as it becomes easier for you
play the record once a day, or as needed

[verse 1: bagg haze]
i grow up on the hood streets
no money, only narcotics, b-tch
my town shooting gallery
all are spend them salary
for that smoking sh-t
boys caught the lead
drug houses, synthetic weed
not weed, n0body proceed
opium den, f-ck that sh-t
many young died, not even in fight
in the life flight, way is so tight
f-ck drug dealers, for many lifes
light drug were not lights
venal police, organized crime
dudes died for these dime
death rhyme, ask me why
in my city there is not sunshine

[verse 2: bagg haze]
only shots the solved problems
people turned into the dead goblins
they didn’t care what they wore on shoulders
every second – courageous
b-tch, i’m in the streets
“f-ck dis industry”
gun hits, if they can’t get
bodies in the blood, bl–dy cap
better, not to meddle hither
remain without your expensive leather
put in the air your middle finger
youngers smoking, too talking
always told more then they know
f-ck em all, i have nothing to do
teeny sl-ts, they suck for dough
f-ck this town, guess that i have to go

[verse 3: bagg haze]
here, all money obsessed
don’t behave at home, cuz you guest
on the streets keep only mess
here no matter how you are dressed
jesus hate us, and we hate him too
we satan child’s, we gonna move
and live like we want without proof
here rarely hear anybody’s sincere laugh

- bagg haze lyrics

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