, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't
trick 'my lover stole my girlfriend' 'i keep beating up my ex' 'i want to kill my neighbour' 'my daughter's selling sex' 'my s/m lover hurt me' 'my girl became a man' 'i
like Mars But I want houses and I want cars So I spit verses and I spit bars I don't care what they say man I ain't play Hot like lava hot like hell
a man with green hair I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife Proceed with caution
sop us So far from where I was, sometimes I feel like catchin' myself Before I go just let me know am I a fool wid myself Is SPV with my wealth, is SPV 'til the death A
me slip and slide But I'm the last man standin A reflex made me grab a cannon out a dyin man's hand Then I noticed that a car was runnin Sack of guns
what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im
listen to the rest listen listen) They took my money and my credit card Now I'm poor (man I feel like a ass hole just tellin you this man) Momma I don
patient, listen to the rest, listen, listen) They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor (Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man) Mama, I
and left a notice of eviction And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen And a little angel with a keen sense of sound Who saw silence in the
pops was a struggling musician Troubled man, juggling heroin addiction, he overdosed And left a notice of eviction and cradle record in the kitchen And a little angel with a
for I aint finna say nothing, turn the bass up more til the speakers pop I get a kick outta that, like a sneakers spot See I was a little kid with his
if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can'
of order I'm the son of a preacher man, momma knows I'm thuggin' And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met Teachers taught us ?
and I'm ruling I rhyme, shock and stop and I'm dropping I pop hip-hop, I'm hip-hopping Receive a G, well he, while I'm throwing It's D.M.C. it's me,
Why, why, why) I saw this lady getting robbed I looked away (Why, why, why) I put my grandma in a home and made her stay (Why, why) Hey man I'm just
the game hanged her in the strain of a main claimed her now what you gonna do different wonder how will the picture went the one i saw twitchin sent saw
