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No Vega, le due tipe non ci sono, c'è scritto 80 volte nei commenti, NON é LA VERSIONE DEFINITIVA DELL'ALBUM. Le canzoni che ci sono, son in versione definitiva, ma mancano pezzi. Oppure è in versione live, ovvero che ha fatto girare le canzoni che si sarebbero dovuti portare in giro... però si ha preso un infezione polmonare. Chissà come mai, un salutista come Giosciua, strano davvero.

E con i soldi risparmiati ci compro un ranch nel Kentucky.

Io ai miei musicanti preferiti gli chiedo solo una cosa, ma solo una, e solo quella: che me li regalino, i cd.

Minchia Moon... leggerini i Bongzilla, ma proprio leggerini, easy listening direi :D ... ma quanti ne han fatto? Io c'ho GetAway e basta, li ho presi perchè Fat Jus li saluta sempre nei credits dei cd degli Wiazard... e non hanno deluso. Oh, cazzarola, se lo dice Jus...

E poi sono i metallari quelli cattivi, subito.

what the fuck you gonna do in a situationit's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation... tons o' guns

Tons O Guns Muddaphaka Try To Kill Me... If You Like To Try... Trow Ya Gunz If You Want To Tons

tons o' gunstons o' guns everybody's getting strappedtons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get
tons o' guns bringing nothing but deathtons o' guns but i don't glorify'cos more guns will come and much more will diewhy, yo i don't know blacksome motherfuckers just be living like thatthey like to feel the chrome in their hands
the shit makes them feel like little big mantwelve years old catching wreck
'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in checkpeople get wounded, others they perish
and what about the mother and the child she cherishthe city is wild up steps the wild childtension anger living in dangerwhat the fuck you gonna do in a situationit's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxationtons o' guns

tons o' gunstons o' guns everybody's getting strappedtons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get
tons o' guns bringing nothing but deathtons o' guns but i don't glorify'cos more guns will come and much more will diewhy, yo i don't know blacksome motherfuckers just be living like thatthey like to feel the chrome in their hands
the shit makes them feel like little big mantwelve years old catching wreck
'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in checkpeople get wounded, others they perish
and what about the mother and the child she cherishthe city is wild up steps the wild childtension anger living in dangerwhat the fuck you gonna do in a situationit's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxationtons o' guns

tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped
tons o' guns got to watch the way you act tons o' guns real easy to get
tons o' guns bringing nothing but deathtons o' guns are in the streets nowadaysit's big money and you know crime pays
check your nearest overpopulated ghettothey greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello
mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like thatwant some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick
kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggazfive-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures
it's crazy there ain't no time to really chilljealous motherfuckers always want to act ill
22's 25's 44's 45'smack elevens ak's taking mad lives
what the fuck you gonna do in a situationit's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation
tons o' guns tons o' guns you got we got they got
the state of affairs yo it's like mad chaosi know a kid who just passed the other daythey shot him sixteen times so there he lay
you can pray for this shit to like ceasebut until then a nigga's going to pack a pieceand yo the devil's got assasination squadswant to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of godthey got camps where they train they learn to take aimat a nigga like a piece of gameand i'm not seeing that, them days are gone
'cos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belong
so me a rude boy from and in a brooklyfuck the bullshit pain and suffering
i'm coming off with a foolproof plan
as if each every lyric was worth a hundred grandi stand in the face of hatredletting off mad shots making devils run naked