Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn Black Hand Guns
cross that line, Baby don't cross that line [Verse 2: Rick Ross] When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head I'ma open one African in
rap game One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya sweater Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns
raw as it comes Whether shatterin' the mic or if we brawlin' with guns Let you know man, me and Nat is hotter than some propane Blow ya' fuckin brains into low
can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke [Verse Four: Method Man] We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
, I'd Rather Eat And Stir Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn Black Hand Guns To
that line, Baby don't cross that line [Verse 2: Rick Ross] When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head I'ma open one African in bed
't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke [Verse Four: Method Man] We on the run with the golden guns, get you none when
as it comes Whether shatterin' the mic or if we brawlin' with guns Let you know man, me and Nat is hotter than some propane Blow ya' fuckin brains into low
You know the deal, Esoteric.. 7L Oh, and another thing... kill all that.. the la la about the guns and shit Y'all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns...
vested up, but from the neck up, you ass out like a centerfold, watch us wreck it and go I'm second to no one, on Med's drums and these guns, equal mo
(feat. V.I.C.) "Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Famous..." [Psycho Les] Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum Hook you up on some of that shit that
hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'ma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts of