it in tha trunk hit em up send um on a trip to a grave i'm gonna pop watch em drop Em in there tracks send em to the cemetery fairy tales of the crypt
you later." Block 2, Block 3 My mom's still wavin' at me 4, 5, 6 The kids are all startin' to mix 7, 8, 9 I'm tryin' to keep from cryin' 10, count 'em
Some people melt 'em down in a needle and shoot 'em up But I pop 'em with Seroquel like glue, I am stuck [Crunchy Blac] See I'ma pill popper, so I'ma keep poppin' em
needle and shoot 'em up Buy I pop 'em with Seroquel like glue, I am stuck See I'ma pill popper, so I'ma keep poppin' 'em Gimme 20 Xanax and I'ma start droppin' 'em
up twice wood strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss,
that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma
some grip with my dope ass lyrics stacking up a platefull like regular, and just then my homie bones hits me up I'ma cellular feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass up and hook it on up
from the valley staning em slanning em Got my clavo small paper tall Rising realizing sizing em up From smuggling a cross the ocean Just clowning with the three wheel motion Roll
and we do the damn thang It's the big bad Eastsider rollin' Now how many blocks we controllin' Two 0, two 1, one 5, 17 and 11 One 9 and a muthafuckin
On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner Either other time 11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9,
' take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em
ride Lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail Dump the tobacco out, pass the green dank that's real Turn up the bass on the 18s Roll up the
kidney, the liver, the shiver, the give in her back Make the bigger the nigger deliver the miggity Mack Y'all so ridiculous, hoes all up in my businesses Got 'em stuffin' up
even wit this wifebeater on i still got somethin up my sleeve It sounds so hard talkin bout guns 'cause i got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11 Get drilled, tip
low, roll master on swangs (roll master on swangs) Sippin and pour, I stay sippin that drank (drank) 'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-
off's Top goin' 40 on the floor, with the safe off 12 car convoyed a road full of race cars Till' the pilot give me 5 minutes before he take off (Roll Up
em, they hate a nigga lovin his life, in all possible ways, know the feds is buggin my life, hospital days, reflectin with my man laid up, on a uptown