Texty:
Short Stack Nothing At All

Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh Wanna say what's up to all Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit And fuck all y'all

George Stop all the hatred 'cause once you see that thang Only thing you gon' say is (No no no) You niggaz basic, I'm nothing to play wit Aim at your

You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all

hort in your stereo I couldn't even hear your radio Cuz just can't quit it short done took it Found it like a tag ain't nothing but amusing Just being short

hort in your stereo I couldn't even hear your radio 'cause just can't quit it short done took it Found it like a tag ain't nothing but amusing Just being short

comrades Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York

short guy, pockets is grown When I cock it, it's on, you believe that All the chickenz be where, the treez at Car hopping bitches be where the V's at

nothing pleasant My arsenal game is east but the west has all kinda of relatives Even if you're wearing chest protection a trauma plate won't work Cause I'm a aim at

shores of Europa were seen I tested that land, saw things I could not believe Devastation and gloom, the humans ground into the soils Children stacked