or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your
don't touch no kids We after your guardian shit, so pardon the kid I get grimy, nigga I take ya weed and your blunt The keys to your V, your rings and
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your
ass nigga ain't a fuckin' thing changed I got to give it up to these motherfuckin' projects I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black 'cause
a nympobiac slight bill Sleep on my like night quilts And I'mma get out my dreams without 'Ye or a Nyquil Now open up for pupils for your mentors I'm coming for your
into the party with a long black shawl And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan Some nights we just need to get touched
cars Jiggy at the party baby, got the champagne and the ha-ha Pray that we fade to black We attack the traps, and make your knees collapse But once again, lend me your
a bitch down, let's dribble on a hoe, woo Get that dough Let's pop a few bottles or smoke a lil' dro I come Harley D, black bike all chrome Your queen
be your I sport a full metal jacket, give your beef some lo mein 'Cause I'mm swingin' like a swinger, singin' like a singer I'm lookin' for your finger or your
with words from death, and new com battles Far time left, and pure shot plug that way You marathron, let me down to grace the plate Full stagnant, touch
favor Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot Peace to the players who
drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay) But it's when you do these things too much That you've become an addict, and must get back in touch... (
head Thinking its all about your clothes, nigger its all about your self The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with Your friends
your things in the yard And throw your keys anywhere After all the things I've done for you Year after year after burnin' year I'm sorry for wastin' all your
and I blast on they punk ass Now I got a murder case You say your from the ghetto bitch you never heard a place Trying to make some cash got a uz and a black
'em from dissin' If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition I hope your seat belts get fastened, I'm known for massive harassing Havin' to snatch your
ain't ever seen the same thing on the TV screen 'Mam - shut your motherfucking mouth And sir - may I suggest that you unbuckle and get out' Door opens, left leg touched
wrong season You got your piece I got my piece And all I need now is a reason for me to start squeasin' Matter fact, gimme your rings, watch, and yo house keys
