Songtexte:
Razor A O D

boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a B-Boy style. - Bullet

with hydro To the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream Tasty, blowin a fuckin smokescreen Cycles of weed are constantly grown Somebody give me the razor to cut groves I'd

: Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah I'm comin' back again, and I'd rather be dead My Momma was a junkie, I need a brand new head The symptoms of insanity got me

D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a

my dynasty Blast like I was in heat and shine like a dime piece My girlfriend say I got a big ass dick but two picks and razor blades is what I'm fuckin

a shame 'Cause her mama was working on chain gang (A mean, vicious woman) Everyday 'fore supper time she'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess o

He who fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple

got inhuman body odor You've got the hair of a boxing promoter Yeah, your teeth are all yellow, your butt's made of Jell-O You woke up in a puddle, droolin

me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don