Lyrics:
Guess Who Of A Dropping Pin

carry it in But all that breaks the stillness here Is the sound of a dropping pin. From the silence Deep within Comes the sound The sound of a dropping pin

that's a promise. Comin' with the bombs [bombs]. Niggas can't test us. Creep, defeat is on you, (bleed). Rollin' with the niggas that pack the heat and a

out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop down low now Look out and drop

My nigga got popped doin' time in the pin a Mac ten is a man's best friend When I blast that ass another killin' again But look here a fuckin' gangster

Jump into the night, gas up and down shift Cruise up the coast on the FM drift It's a crazy world on the head of a pin Some other time, some other star

said If I had me a needle For every bubble that popped Bind them all up like one You would hear that pin drop Like a gun shot, like a shot And if I

everything I wanted, anytime." "Really? So some of the references like babies in bathtubs are not biographical?" "Well, I did have a brother who died in a bathtub... drowned. Actually, I had five brothers who

street Dat I Bought me a little crib in the Cristmonte And last month a little punk could buy a blunt I guess my life 'Cuz Shife won't a ruin But dat

men lack They found a modem in my chest once they peeled my skin back My brain stem is equivalent to a hand grenades pin I toss thoughts in the wind;