Songtexte:
Dynamite Boy True Shit

-----Don't trust me -----Don't trust them -----Don't you even trust your friends? 'cause you'll die, no one gives a damn You'll die, no one knows your

on't trust me Don't trust them Don't you even trust your friends? Cuz you'll die, no one gives a damn You'll die, no one knows your name You'll die,

Wee hit them keys Ant Banks on the beats, now we makin' G's Shorty B got the bass and we sellin' it Shit kinda fat like a muthafuckin' elephant Sample that shit

Motherfuckers I'm a man, just ask ya ol' lady/ Like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady/ I'm a massacre waitin' to happen fuck all this rappin' boy/

, too deeper off the charts The album faded to black, that's when the amnesia starts Curious, curious, curious Curious, curious, curious Hey boy, I watch that star man, shit

ask ya' old lady, like a true gentleman, I'm after yo lady I'm a massacre waitin to happen fuck all this rappin boy I'll get the cap and leave you with

Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite

Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite

me through Smokin with nothin to do, writtin and rappin and shit It ain't nothin new, livin and waitin til death do us part For my dreams to come true