about a couple-a inch in it UK represent, U-Kickin it Wide open, stop you from blinkin it We be overseas, battleship sinkin it Your rhymes sound like you put no think in it You
Jack hera God I'm sorry I'm a drug money barer shotting shank nasty white in my area don't touch it you'll feel like you got kainro I smoke weed but I
an watch it swell up like we got no conscience. [Verse 7: Bart] Cuz it ain't no spraya like the one I got claimin you juss a playa but the fakas I sock
Good Times When I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment I live in America but
then Area 51, You take one of mine your whole family get to run, I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one [Part 6:] Aye writing
y'all don't come out til the coast is clear (Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun When
do in my life was be a hustler Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it It's all about the dollar [ VERSE 2: O.C. The Sinister ] It goes one for
see you scoping on my life and now he tells me You look suspicious and you plan is tryin to gank me The mainsuspect but your the reject You'll be the one
could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda:] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you Get violent on you, you a sissy like
) (7X) I want to love you Jesus, I want to love you love you I want to know you yeah yeah yeah Ooh Jesus, I want to know you know you So will you open
put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle
security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but
let you go We just wanna tell you Just wanna let you know That we' ll stay around So what else can you do You' ve said all you have to We' re coming