hide, no time to choose. Water cannon - run for your lives, teargas stings your eyes. Shops with their windows in smithereens, burned out cars and burned out dreams. And
me out I'll fuck your wife I had sex since I met her I'm to busy fuckin Your 12 year old baby-sitter And all women ain't shit Only good for cookin,cleanin,and suckin dick and
up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on Can't understand it, it's a thug thing And in the moment of thought
get close enough Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna
got an ass that'll swallow up a G-string and up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beasting, off the re-sling, and my nigga just made it out the precinct
you we're dubbed faux-advocators and too photogenic. oh but we can't help it if the haters hate this. and she said. "my heart is but a muscle baby. and
uh-huh) Somethin' authentic, enemy of the state Who said the rich couldn't relate? Wild like them Haitians on Vice City, and Little Havana And it gets
sign me If Jay handled the clay and around the time I delivered a bad day when 4 5's were spiraling I care the least about police and the fireman siren
Dump 50 more in em and tell em to hold that Lights out, no austa miata, asta la vista, sia nara E too, no tomorrow, no remorse, and no sorrow And the
coming She got an ass that'll swallow up her G-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beasting, off the re-sling And my nigga just made it out
police suit for Mi never see nuh police man go war Mi run out inna full camouflage, Knapsack full a clip 2 bloodclaat S.L.R U bring 2000 man go sting And
face gawn! bwoi affi bury close casket big dutty 357 mag nah stick Pussy! gwaan flip like a fone from chocolit earthworm nuh drive jus pawk mek wi walk it big foot patrol like police
good when I'm coming She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I'm beasting off the riesling And my nigga just
and a bold fade Wall to wall greens to get the sport gray and palmade And soft breasts, as we got older we would star crush and bang fags Go to Marshals and
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, dwellin' on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on Can't understand it, it's a thug thing And in the
my brainstorm I sting men that do the innocent wrong Your sentiments gone You imagining vain things Neglecting me, but I reign king Savagy and wankstas