's and 3's From the Queens parts to layups to the Brooklyn I.N.D's I keep on like TKid, Lionel West a to S.E Top Cat, rockin up tall letters from Philly
a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest
bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Slimmy's
wanna get high with me, let's get high You wanna get inside with me then let's ride I got a AK-47 and a automatic nine My mind's on my money and my money
, that there's more out here So stop limitin' your thoughts, stop reconstructin' your plots It's more than luck it's an art, no more, duckin' from NARC's
shrugged at the driver " J'ai pas de l'argent " " Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door I stooped to look inside
play "A Tear is in My Beer". "So what's the verdict Mister? When's it gonna blow?" I just winked at her and said, "Darlin' I don't know." Time-bomb tickin
I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's Cory Gunz The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back
2 hope u die soon so i can spit on ur grave n shit on it see u on the street's alone bitch u no u
will Sit you still, tie you up Begin to ill And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's
Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped In fact that was a way to get back At enemies who tried to clock G's on my block, now they forever knock Z's
moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's
fresh Wipe me down cross my chest Back to da Topic Shawty hey Wats poppin Steelo rite on point And got money in my pocket Steelo-Swagga-fied Man u just
But it's either that or you can't point us casualties when we dump Street pain is a motherfucker guard me without a dot It's like a murder scene without
She said she like my steelo Step inside da Mall And they holla here I Come{wats hannin} I'm lookin for the store With da all White Yums It's S.O.D.
em trained like potties I bomb facts, my sword is an axe to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody