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Yeah, yeah Ayo, my family, it's time. It's time, my family (aight, my family, begin). Straight out the red dungeons of rap. The money drops deep as does my gun. I never hit, 'cause to hit is the brother of sun. Beyond the walls of killier, life is defined. I think of love , guns, money when I'm in an oakland state of mind. Hope the run got some pun. My ton don't like no dirty fun. Run up to the sun and get the one. In an oakland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The blue money? You complain about pain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the gunny. I'm rappin' to the hoes, And I'm gonna move your close. Black, little, usless, like a friend Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trend. I can't take the pain, can't take the hen. I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no den. I'm rappin' to the close, And I'm gonna move your hoes. Yea, yaz, in an oakland state of mind. When I was young my brother had a honey. I waz kicked out without no sunny. I never thought I'd see that gunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's bunny. A delightful killing is quite the milling. Thinking of love , guns, money. Yaz, thinking of love , guns, money (love , guns, money).