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Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these fly, Oh, northern Mexicans don't mix with Los Santos, ese. Let these, let these, let bullets fly, Man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. I like to get high, man. Niggas passing J's so live out the line, Man. I got to get mine, man. Gun on my hip, rocks in my sock. Pocket full of chips, watching for the pigs. Benjaminos, wigs, like it be some ribs. Player, can you dig? Gun to my hip. Gun my Rocks in my sock. Pocket full of chips, watching for the pigs. Like it be Some ribs. Player, can you dig? Where I'm from, man, ain't no sunshine gonna shine On a dog's ass. If it's ass, do this on the grind. Do the time, help nigga out. He clip up my head. Used to have a shade with the light that Was by my bed. It was said I was in the bed. Pushing in the street, but the street is the Only thing I see paying me. Tryna keep fucking serving deals, Rocking to this shit. Plenty guns, plenty TVs. Man, I'm tryna make all I can. My nigga fronto at a ho's house, Getting drunk, take her to the back. Put dick in her mouth. The fronto I lock my knee. Turn the radio in the car up in Julian. Cleaning out the ho. You should know that a burglar be. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man. Let these bullets fly, man. Mama gonna cry, man.