(Instrumental) I would never make a song that everyone agreed with. Because, how do you do that? You know, you do that by making songs that don't say
can do the thang cause the car got tints My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp Your man's
desert eagle is "mi amor" She'll fuck you to death, blow your brains, either or cause she a whore [Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to reassure your stripe's
trick you, they trickly movin quickly And it's movin to the swiftly - hehe, man it's cool, heh [Interlude] Yeah, what if I died tonight? In your arms, in your
Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man Get shit done, hit Orlando New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas Stick your
to play, I just fade away... I sacrifice my lifestyle (Interlude Cuts: Hey, you can't change anything Just goin' on, youknowhat... Hope y'all... don't let TV take off your
the thang cause the car got tints My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp Your man's a wimp
f/ INF-Black [Intro: INF-Black] Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard? Uh-huh, all my live niggaz, friday.. Put your hands up, it's a stick up
is guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee...... [Interlude
Can't wait til you get 22's on the hang (nigga look) A underage boy that's smokin tye And that's your idea of junior high All you want for Christmas is guns
't wait til you get 22's on the hang (nigga look) A underage boy that's smokin tye And that's your idea of junior high All you want for Christmas is guns
guns and drinkers Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker You don't wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee...... [Interlude
: f/ INF-Black [Intro: INF-Black] Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard? Uh-huh, all my live niggaz, friday.. Put your hands up, it's a stick
you gotta survive another night Cos I a rules your ways and your actions Non self-satisfaction, look at Michael Jackson Caught up in materialistic, you can't shatter cos your
chrome Just watch how many minds get blown When I cock mines behind your dome They gon' find your bones With your top popped behind your home Havin a
Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days The venom we spit cut your
