Town's finest The GB, the general, the street shit, the timers The motherfuckin criminals, see we keep it grimy You niggaz chemicals, the weed got you blinded
Give a toast to my whole MFC While you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking When I cock back my pistol
in 'em hit 'em and I really meant to split 'em put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin murder, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit' it we
and bruised You need support, a couple crews Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline Doctor pumpin' you, the blind
Springtime Blues Trk 1 Dsc 2 3:01 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson) (John Lee Williamson) Recorded: December 11, 1941 - Chicago Illinois
G.:] Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and
Know If You Wasn't Informed Or Somethin Like That This Is Da Drought 3 And Um, Check This Out Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols
on this I make her ride wit' that Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or
2x] Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips Quick to pull a strap, empty clips if you trip Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips We killas with pistol
of over packed prisons Million's of niggas thug living Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh) Move without a sound as we slide down pistols
to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus: repeat (2X
factory lab where illegal pharmaceudicals were sold I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind
the same struggle, many pieces'll make a bundle Like a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustle On my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blind
[2Pac] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a
wanted to stop my shining Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign. See? Blinded Run but they finding Me in my Double-big-Five-O And critical with a pistol With pistols
-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) [x2] [Maje