floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more Cracked my safe with an axe, then illed out to the max When they
no chances, he romancin' with whores No tellin' what he spilled when behind closed doors The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority Violate, your body is found in three states Cargo is
em, with the (*scratches*) I can't call it Same shit, different toilet, oh you got a nice ass darlin'! Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for
movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play, stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday
voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground, And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound, Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall when my niggas made
back on 'em with a I can't call it, same shit, different toilet Oh, you got a nice ass, darling Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin
raincoats, for the oats When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow With butter, you slip up in the grits and make 'em other Some people call
the lords The bloods and the crips and every ward let's roll You gotta go for what you know If it's retaliation get low When you get to the calico let
' Beam illuminate the target movin' Get your organs ruined, move out like SWAT move in Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin' For the bad guy, playground
him, shouldn'ta never found him Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it is It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is Aight, ay dude
And marked your cards but Eden is burning Either brace yourself for elimination or else Your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards
rappers talkin bout a whole lot of nuttin You drop me on saturday i sold out on sunday Fuck is da arguin bout Nigga da carter out This is what i call
make that three 'cuz I don't wanna hear you whine Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie, me be Wonderin' when I'm gonna see the end Andre 'gain slammin' backs like King acts Over organized
the Pointe to Cambelton Road The valley of the South side flow Everybody know about that killa that we call blow So keep your eyes peeled for the 'cover unit 'Cause they known for
my car So I better think fast cus if I don't blast I can't let down my guard I'm praying to God someone would call one time, bu nobody called one time
really thought you could never feel me Cause my shirts were double X when really I was a small Double shirts for the effect when really it wasn't called for
organ grinders had the whole thing planned. Take his tongue and remove his two eyeballs. Savin' em up for the day if that guy calls. I'm almost certain
joint is lit for my kin folks And all the niggaz that was down, since we been broke Takin' 'em deeper than a submarine So scream when you hear the team