Текстове на песни:
Kind Of Like Spitting You Got Served

you're sixteen, you live alone You got your debt, you could care less And I could dream but I could never take you home I came back when you got angry

But you're sixteen, you live alone You got your debt, you could care less And I could dream but I could never take you home I came back when you got

steal that meal. Rapper that's still chill, Pedal the big wheel, Kind of a big deal. Black like a wet seal, White like a big spill, Fight like a trailer

the trigger of this glock that's right on the little shit you got left to help you eat you not Pac's songs without laws will help you sleep you got

That's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade Doing time And if you got

motherfuckers and indorse yo word's You makin' me sick with all that hoe shit you got on My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam! You say I'm

right in the curb, white and the herb And I got a nice price on the birds, you might could get served You come with the doe, I come with the blow But if you

Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleep You got shot in your video tryin mock Pac You

now I see you You must think I'm blind When you need those arms around you You won't find my arms around you When you see the one that sees through you