'll settle for what I am, a white trash slob. So I guess I'm destined to sit in this cesspool 'Til somebody pass me a blade or a pistol. I've had it up
', murder (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', murder (Murder, murder) Hennied up, ginnied up, ski mask, black truck Dickey outfit, passenger side, pistol grip
, all niggaz Gather up all your arms And get ready for this new world order Shit is about to change muther fucker I'm America's nightmare Young black
with shit Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click My pistol grip
Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx She used to make me dinner when the winters were long Liza packed a pistol and a train to St. John Along Lincoln
forty-five caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
streets, that's where my heart is at You make 'em say ugh, I make 'em say beeyatch Together we can flip the script and get grip You got the crack, I
/ Put a bullet in, shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas b*tch/ Look at my necklace/ Make me hit a n*gga, disrespect this clique/ my pistol grip
flat bush junction Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin <baby sham> Baby sham on some new shit New and exclusive 5'3", caramel, tight grip
city locked And your function, to the Flat Bush junction Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin Baby Sham on some new shit New and exclusive 5'3", Caramel, tight grip
the shells jump out the side Now I'm fallin back, I'm seein faces but they're all in black I'm hearin sounds but I cant hear I'm seein pictures in my
nigga still in the hood call me they say that the feds want me but they gotta come and get me, we aim for the head homie pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips
feeling of being 12 years old and waking up in the middle of the night and somebody in yo room. Yo heart starts beating so fast you can hear it pumping
just a deep thought in the back of my mind I'm Black Trash true to the streets gritty and grime I got a bone to pick a holdster with a shoulder grip
must get pistol whipped? Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips That's the penalty for poppin' that shit Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip
Grey Screw tapes I rep the Screwed Up Click, peep the watch I'm wearin? I'm the first cat in Houston with a black Leclarion Lil' Flipper, tote pistols
in Took a human life to pay the debt I didn't hear the guards outside, I heard a scream I turned surprised, felt the smoking pistol in my grip. The gun