light in the sound So whoever want the drama I'm invitin' them now Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click Still burn
Luniz I went from smokin' dubs to QP's Make hits for thugs that bankin' hoopies And aimin' uzis, at who dirty mackin' my loochie Come clost cock the toast
crashes the masses Madness wildin' out like special ed classes Straight out the gate, meet Tony Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast
from the blunts smoke decides who's next on me list, Can you feel the hiss from the snake movin' my direction? No U-Turn, you're gettin' burned from
Kick back watch it crumble See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn Gonna make a toast when it falls
Let's burn a hole so we can climb out Of these paper walls and this empty house Don't listen too close, their words are like guns With bullets that fly
ballin' can't you see different cars at one time I'm like all of this for me? [Chorus] [Erin Christine] Now wait a minute, raise ya glass lets toast to the, toast
make toast to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of Decembers Madeline, she spins in a slow bang All through the house, the strong smell of burnt sage
Out here trying to do the L.A. most Chauffeur driven Phantom like a L.A. Ghost In the back with a drink, take a L.A. toast I spend a lot of time in them
hit it rich Or crash and burn Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate This love potion's all we've got One toast before it's too late
short jokes for my money toast to the honey?s, money and the liquor and bitch I don?t sound like any other n-gga with my finger on the trigger I burn
stock in Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
Ghettos sling cracks while you niggas pay tax Now how ghetto is this? You can catch me in your hallway taking a piss One hand on my dick, one hand on a spliff Burnt
to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn
(uhh) Rap like this and work the scale like so (uhh) Take it to the gutter, we could duke or shoot it out Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about Burn
attacked With that Duracell they put in your back Now that's assault and battery You can keep the bitching to yourself There's beams on every burner
toast, I verbally bomb deacons Have the whole church praying for Ghost When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned
to ask it You'll receive Baby i'm burning like a blue flame All because of love Anything you want from me Now's the time to ask it You'll receive Baby i'm burning