to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some
ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak With the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick
waiting Big shoes to fill don't get it confused I will get gutter on 'em, my beats is crispy My bars is like butter on 'em, with a udder on 'em So if
the crimes scenes servin fans like fiends....fiends....fiends.... so it seems Yo, eternally the game reverse and burn me my man turn states and took the 1 to 3 snitchin on
a passion, gotta make it happen The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin' Security be on my back for wrong reason I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on
lean back And had that nigga Mase spittin' that gangsta shit Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on Is my microphone on
wait a while, you decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper, some dirty words In your ears as I kiss ya, on
probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
give me a shovel he still alive fuck him, i was on that level Back then i aint believe in God, if he heal like they say on tv why bullets leave a scar
't know how long I've been waited Mrs. Strawberry blonde wanted it bad, so you know I'm about to get it on (Get it on) It's been so long I've waited and
blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on The couch
way pumped Everything we drop be fire, don't nothin' be bunk [Chorus] I was a weed fiend, dope fiend and coke fiend with low key And I was on the cumma
I try it again? Put a whoop on 'em (Look to Allah) Put a whoop on 'em (Pray to your God) Put a whoop on 'em (I look to Allah) Put the whoop on 'em (Pray to your God
to fuck with one of satin's hoes And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishin' for air conditionin', feelin' God was never listenin' Now I'm on
thousand and trizzle, heads feelin' the bullets and the death on my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!). Ooh, tell me whats critical, is it your reputation? anyone attack it wait
the remote play the hot shit, of course my shit Steam up the bathroom till the mirrors fog Can't wait to ball, with my niggas God Dry off splash on
remote play the hot shit of course my shit Steam up the bathroom till the mirrors fog Can't wait to ball, with my niggas god Dry off splash on the Izzi
a nigga chilling Stay peeling, what are you kidding? Money stacked to the ceiling Chicks wit a frown see my rims spinning, grinning Fiends on the block still see my cane'll cop Cause traffic on