Texty:
Fucked Up The Two Snakes

twelve into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence

vibe, muh'fuckers The first B.I., 'Ready to Die' muh'fuckers So 'Who Shot Ya', 9 to 5 muh'fuckers 'Bad Boy For Life' is I, muh'fuckers And it's back

grow on trees Unless you coming up blowin' weed while you smoke on tweeds You see money makes the world go round Makes the price of living go up, chances

to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepson No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up

'mon) Fuck yall niggas (Let's go) Couldn't live the life I live Why's that I could die any minute, I get high every minute Fuckin' with snake niggas,

you're in a bed snoring Four in the morning, up breath yawning, you might not see me, Can't prevent the world tourin I'm nineteen and I'm exploring, I'm rising up

stash up Git it, you gotta get amped up You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up, backed Backed up, backed up

't even stomach this Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga sellin' rich roll dellin' Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up Two

That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score On my pride I'm in my Cammy We bust at cointelpro we creamy like Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell