From a small town out side Houston better yet known as the island
where niggas is poor never smiling
where the body count is piling
up in the grave yard
niggas better stay smart
and pray hard
that you dont get traped in it
i always stay strapped in it
riding in cars heavily tinted
niggas get our messages cause they hear it when we send it
we busing
aint no reprocussions
or no fucking discussions
leave you on the pavement with your brain gushing
and your bloods leaking
niggas sow what they reaping
dont give a fuck im a deacon
listen up when im speaking
ill kill you at any time not just on the weekend
my guns work around the clock 24 hours
now niggas is respecting me like i had special powers
got real niggas that dont give a fuck like the niggas who flew into the towers
have you dead in the matter of hours
im not trying to boast
but im better than most
leave you burnt like toast
then take a trip to the seawall and throw yo ashes in the coast