Lyrics:
With Passion Worthy

bust your brain A n-gga talking all that sh-t Y'all n-ggas cannot represent F-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga Split ya I deal with

You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing A bland reciprocation but it doesn't bother me You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened

cripple a Blood [Billy Danze]: Give him a slug, these niggas ain't worthy of love They should be put in a hole, that was recently dug (KILLERS) Pass

gonna drink to me, drink with your eyes And I'll never cry for wine (Drink to me, drink to me) Or leave a kiss in an empty coffee cup then pass it from

up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with

spilling over Needs are a passing memory fear not worthy Belief, a martyr's burden Heaved upon capable shoulders Dissuade your charge Arrive in commonplace with

stare at her boldly They know she's a woman alone With fingers that tremble she touches her body And wishes her man would come home Now the years pass

around Pity the man Waiting for a clue Can't tell what to do with himself Ends up as a fool who Lives for someone else Don't sit and cry While the world passes

Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose Always seem to fuck the riches bros A word to your females consumer You given all the playas tumors with