lyrical miracle There's no need to worry, I always keeps it gully My guns speakin for me.. they leave you bloody And when the doctors helpin a men that got shot I'm sneakin n stealin drugs out the medicine box Besides BIG's song, what you know about beef? What you know about me in the cut tokin this peice Blowin the heat - you broke the code of the streets when you spoke to the D's and told the police You know what it is though, I'm foldin my cream Cause I'm holdin and sold some coke to your neice When I pull out the chrome I leave you with... broken knees, nosebleed and ya dome on ya seat I'm just smokin my weed and zone with my peeps Spittin these verses, give you the doses you need When techs is blastin its a statement: stop snitchin Your the reason feds harassin and the cops friskin The motherfucking rock sniffin kid.. I snot tissues Yeah I got issues, that's probably why I pop pistols I'm the one standin behind the smokin barrels You know what time it is, I blow them hammers whut?
älskar sån här skitjag e kortfattad nuförtiden, men du vet att jag diggar, alltid softThe motherfucking rock sniffin kid.. I snot tissuesYeah I got issues, that's probably why I pop pistols