my diamond grill shinin from eastern mall all the way to western hill we got yo bloody cause dem dirty boys we slangin steel at times we movin keys
' assets nigga, sell yo' trophies, sell yo' Mustang You know what that bring? Ching, ching Playa potnah motherfucker dude that's some mail Convertible top, black on black
(T N Tee) Nigga's get paid, niggas feel pain Point range in a court they hang In a court for slang 25 years of my life never seen a light Was it worth that? Is you sure black
around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot
You came into the party with a long black shawl And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan Some nights we just need to get
the park, don't wanna cut, get cut the fuck up You niggas lust to bust guns, the way a nigga bust none Nigga trust none, my bust guns will trust funds
away Lotta cats will drop him, they don't like the way a hater play I think these haters makin' me famous For a lot of my success I can blame 'em Trust
on the beach, watch the sky turn violet-red While moving through a planetary spider web See the jungle through the eye of a tiger's head Black hat hackers
is mine Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list Know what I mean, have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young hustler, won't trust
that I could be fly like Black Trent Rockin' Filas, rhyme was the thing I couldn't deny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted 'Cuz guys that they trusted
, no more shop, in this spot I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese Jackin' for keys, frontin
Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
rats feeding on the corpses ignore the stench of the decay the disease, decapitation and slaughter pave the way for me, the keeper of the keys to the
I'll just slit your neck You say you remember baby you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey, hey, this much is true Now I burn black
given The angel seemed so good and honest The man decided to pay the price As his soul lay in the angel's hand The angel gave him the keys To the treasure
plenty figures Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side Up in they rides looking cleaner then I seen them the last time Then selling dimes, now its quarter keys
if I murder another ghetto nigga [Silkk the Shocker] Taz tries to hit but I be back up out the back route Me an P countin G's, choppin up keys up in