ay yo

From the day i bought that pak...she keeps coming back//she must love the way i stack....and floss i tol her that//its not bout the doe...i need the respect//gimme what i want the heat index....is hotter than sex//i burn clips....love bustin on mamis lips//
in the buildin is where my grind is sick//my coke is for shooters... the diesel's the truest....my pistol the bluest//cold steel for them lames....im in tuned wit the games//thats why i stopped playin....and im out of trainin