often a playa think on how the game use to be continue this cash flow with bustas runnin' wit me we were sucka free releasin' heat for the city no pity
the most wanted killin' off opponents lyrically or wit a glock lookin' at the clock it's eleven-five on the dot how could you plot I anticipated every
Nigga, it's the K to the A to the H you ain't got no money for me then get the fuck up outta my face I got no time to waste for no domestic charge and
hoe lettin' off nine rounds it's all over now had 'em jack at the hash Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay
