lord of drugs pay me for death till you got no brains cells left no fit, rippin' a prison up in your crib yo you dead kid, no brass or tassel left I'
time to dump and run, I never jump the gun or get cold feet, I hold heat Y'a niggaz don't know me; in six hours I made up four years Got high shit for
it's cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity pop pop And it don't stop it never did The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit I'm contemplatin' suicide