card to kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song
how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze
a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over Hoping you fall for the bait
over, damn he's right there It's over, it's over Hey, yo, who the fuck is that? It's over, run, it's over, run It's over, it's over All science addicts
with ten body guards Quiet stormin', we still countin' enourmous odds One enter this shit, in a sence represent Just the sun drenched the Gods up Kept his law start
different conditions Last one made my heart smart shit I wanna start right with this one Now I'm with you, now I miss you, now I don't know when I'm
heard I come through with the rhymes, so true blue with the rhymes I eat you with the rhymes and on and on and in time I'm movin' with the smooth the
land of the trill Where everybody walking with they hand on the steel And a model is a supply and demand any will You went out of line with the wrong
Yeah,real niggas in my cabinet, you the type of nigga make a stripper turn celibate. Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud, never wait when we out, fuck a line
Check it out... Verse one: red hot lover lover tone The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines With lyrics that thrills like my dillz Take
m testing bitches game Undressing bitches and caressing bitches And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels What I'm dealing with is all devils Fucking mistakes, runnin with
Before I start killin' and fillin' these double-I slugs In your mug then you spittin' up blood Got dead gangstas rollin' over like, "Yo this nigga cold
say I love my car or I love my chain or or I'm just in love with that girl over there So far all the people out there That fall in love with material
With his wallet up his butt Give the wealthy what they want Fuck the line put him up front Welcome to our spectacle Carny rides eccentrical Hope you
I recover from the flat line? Will I become another part of the streets? Another body riddled with bullets Underneath a white sheet With bloodstains,
's And they handin' out these murders like free cheese Could you pass me the B please I got intercate shit to kick even though I campaign with a gang
and you fresh and all Original to say the least and you've impressed Kamal, come on Rappers start then they stall Findin' it very hard to make it over
's in his own world and he's daydreaming He'd rather be doing something else now Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly His life's on the line with