and we leavin' 'em coked up) The Slim say it I spray it, if he willin' I kill it We kill packs to get iller (?) y'all can feel it Got this gun on my
We Leave In Cold Uh) If Em Slay It I Spray It If He Will It I Kill We Kilpatrick And Ill It Show Detroit Ya'll Can Feel It Real Actors, Gun On My Waistline
and we leavin' 'em coked up) If Em say it I spray it, if he willin' I kill it We kill packs to get iller Detroit, y'all can feel it Got this gun on my
, I can't stop until it tickles Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle I swing it like a
niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya'll niggas want something? Yo we can take it outside What y'all niggas wanna do? Yo we can take it outside Ya
know it's time to get it on, roll it in a joint you can put it in a bong, fill your blunt up, smoke it til it's dust, there's no need to hurry there's
the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know father time, we all know mother nature It's all in the
bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin? family picture You know father time, we all know mother nature It?s all in the family
it stress me [VERSE 7: Suave Lover] Can I get a level, can I get a cue? Can I get some volume, can I get some room? Can I break it down, yep, I think
I loc one in, provoking ya whole set with mess So scandalous that ya homies didn't do shit blow his candle, look can ya handle this Nigga at 145 miracle
on the block still caught in the game It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah) It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it
dominate Make it to where you cant concentrate Releasing it through when we bomb on hate Real life comin atcha, real life shit can happen, real life
B's will make ya...BLACK OUT Tawl Sean will make ya...BLACK OUT Ben Grimm will make ya...BLACK OUT Everybody will make ya...BLACK OUT The Boot Camp will make ya
Yeah, yeah, if they can't hang with the big boys They need to stay off the turf, you know what I'm sayin'? (That's right... I feel the same way mayne
let it stress me [VERSE 7: Suave Lover] Can I get a level, can I get a cue? Can I get some volume, can I get some room? Can I break it down, yep, I think
we leavin' 'em coked up) If Em say it I spray it, if he willin' I kill it We kill packs to get iller Detroit, y'all can feel it Got this gun on my wasteline