think I'm stupid My crew is mad deep, I hope you niggas sleep I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to
told y'all he won't stop (2X) He told y'all he won't stop (2X) uh uhh He told y'all he won't stop (2X) He told y'all he won't stop (2X) uh uhh [Puff
draw the lev' Prefer the nine but I got the four four instead I move dimes, who your dime? Get your whore in bed Tell that triflin' bitch I want more than head
4-4 like some more 1 to the dome, lubricate your thoughts black mask stole the ride to avoid up north jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see you but nine
and that's another eight years down the 500 year warn, that's a eight year round I don't really mean to sweat it but the war been on before they came on your
stays sharp, don't make me stick in in your heart Body snatcher, don't make me reach out and touch you Fuck Royal T? Nah homey, fuck you It's a new year
five, uhh We doin the overtime, on stage I over-rhyme Makin these whack rappers tow the line Steppin to me, I know you blindcause your whole flow Your show, your
music take your mind press rewind the venom is in em the tecca nine combined let my virus up in you I love fiends so open up your pores for daddy and
Kickin down your door like a predator Spittin lyrics in metaphors All you rap cats thinkin you the shit My game's 10 years ahead of yours And I'm headed
caps and head home Hopin to hit fools right in the dome 'cause all I see is devils and gunsmoke Pussy and hoes, and hella blood when my nine blows A young
smoke is my mission Competetor to a glance at the predetor and have ever more (little bitch) 6 million ways to die x8 6 million years to die choose one x
and the rock Filled the ? to the top 40th nigga Smoke a blunt with Barack Put your heart in your stomach Your lungs in your socks Your girl in my bed Your
like a bird You get kicked when you come around, stupid, back on the curb Listen, A word is a word, but that can cause war Next time, watch your lips or watch your
That easy to lie again here I go again With another dance I call the hike Pucker up with your thumbs In with your back Turn your rzights to left If you
step to Suave you will have to lay it down [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Crime Boss] Here comes the spy, that fry, get high, and get head rushed The number
I'm mentally fucked I be bringin' the pain like meth Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane Hollow points start to spit Regulate your
BME ya little Biatch [Chorus x2] [Chyna Whyte] It's one time for my soldiers on the front line Strapped with AKs, and car bombs With K-nine blood lines
ten years on an open charge in california So believe if you see me on the corner it really don't matter And respect a real nigga, or watch your fuckin' brains scatter Chorus x