a lot of groups fell apart Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the old school 'Cause rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the old school 'cause
causing it She must have been stupid as a fiend he should have told her child you don't step to the queen perplexed and I'm vexed cause everywhere i
I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank, 'cause, I'ma slam
Kelly found dead in her bathroom Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room No, Kelly found dead in her backyard 'cause Kelly choked on a Joker's Card
[Violent J] Bitch back up cause your dimmin' my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch
caved in It looked like spaghetti in a broken bowl I guess I lost control, that's all I ever wanted though [Hook] [Jamie Madrox] All I ever wanted was to scare you to death Choke
keepin with my mic I gotta go for broke, and I ain't no joke I'm gonna yoke the choke, 'cause of the suckers I smoke Rush and crush, leave 'em in the
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too
major Enter the graveyard chamber Ah, here a moan the night is dark and feel fear You're lost, cold and confused but I'm in prayers Afraid of a beast
started Multi-check me when one of the seas parted Its on again spliff I spliff from the bull pen Bare raucus That's how we get down in justice real niggaz love this I pop shit on wackstas 'Cause
Smoked out, choked out, we get Off da chain like we just broke out You don't know 'bout me J. Dot When I come though all the haters get hot 'Cause
fuck on anotha Stay smoked out, Money Mark stay loched out Bicardi wit tha chokes out, hollerin folks out When I go by hittin this, Slip-n-Slide aint no forgettin' this Eatin' on bitches cause
[Buckshot] It was a puff of black smoke, in the air I choke, then I witness two beady eyes there Glare, wit no fear, pitch black Waitin for the brother
I die 'Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly Either let me fly or give me death If you didn't catch it then get it now 'cause it's all that
on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and For you nigga's who ain't go no love I ain't got no love for you chumps 'cause I'm a smoke 'em and choke
takin' busters! {chorus} Verse two: {tec-9} Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just scorch ya, Partners-n-crime, y'all bitches mad 'cause ca
on you with two nine millimeters, Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case, No damned description nigga 'cause
go and scheme Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team So I pick up my money and start walking 'Cause now I let the gat start talking Now since y'all lost