That one and only special girl I'm lookin', I'm lookin' All across this world Gotta find myself That one and only special girl Oh yeah... Version 2
, fat beats like this A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullshit I'm all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun Any MC that disagree
under the cover sell glocks A free box of shell if you miss any shots Crack spots and hell only stops burn cells Pale horses, evil forces, crime bosses
a toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do
only organized crime We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore Another turning point in time tonight when the lights go out Shotgun Freedom
plenty of rap sheets but not on sale We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect He's only
Shit, man Fuck that pinche jura ese If they only knew where the fuck I was, right Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit They ain't gonna
Juxx] Niggaz dial 9-11 I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-one Forty five's and P2 29's Storyline, it begins once upon a crime Rustee Juxx in the gutter
me. i can't hold back any longer, i must commit these acts, my fantasies compel me, watching, stalking, waiting, planning this perfect crime.
don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in line I only fuck with broke niggas that stright depend on crime
toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do
: Shit, man Fuck that pinche jura ese If they only knew where the fuck I was, right Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit They ain't gonna
is cream You got the dream to push a mean two-seater With a diva ridin' shotgun just to say you got one You make the songs but labels only want the hot