learn that from that clown jeefers These nigga turning on they own people These niggas devils out here [Chorus] [Verse 3: Shell] The streets told me boy gutter
hip hop, money, sex and drugs After chicks that got money and tech's with slugs You see the head to toe, yo, the way I dress is love Plus them nine bang
be got'en yapes Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap I gotta
: I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by
damn reach Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach And when all systems fail you return to the beats But got nothing to say, the chosen one
got'en yapes Thunderbird and Nighttrain made from the rotten grapes Dance boy, sing boy, run boy, rap We'd all be rich if it was boy bust a cap I gotta