Pockets fat and pistols tight to penitenturies im ballin, leaven scenes of the murder before i hear those sirens callin,
run up in your mama's crib with a shotgun, and bash the pad, smokin shells a house of blood, it was all bad. grasp the unforgiven,cuz im too fast so im lastin, mother fuckers cant kill the crazy bastard strapped and blastin, gettin buzzes of that 6-pack, so go ahead and kill me nigga ill be right back, bangin in the caddilac with ammunition sprayin out my heater meter gats that knock you flat,so shoot me, bodies gettin carried, knockin lyin bitches back, and stack my bloody papers, after years of dirty cases, to be ressurected back with old anger and newer faces, fall from grace so now im slangin dem drills, to steady bangin dem grills, it's sad that people gettin blasted over ten dollar bills, so im markin block walkers with tie-die,i ride by, niggas screamin in pain, my a-k sayin bye-bye. But you probably got it twisted cuz im caught between these bitches, listed wannabe thugs,hoes,punks that sucks dicks n', its latoka from da ville i feel ive finished the mix, spit some comments and some questions, i appreciate that shit. peace