hangs over my head shoot you down to the ground with a round my god:pray for the city, a moment of silence pound for pound - let's hear it for the hometown
HAMMER OF THE GODS HANGS OVER MY HEAD SHOOT YOU DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A ROUND POUND FOR POUND - LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE HOMETOWN MY GOD:PRAY FOR THE
want Don't cha, this ain't the typical story Therefore I don't fall in the category I'm cool calm and collective You con'in a Lexus Blew chronic for
, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I came But first bring the cash burst, then the outburst My surround sound pound
I love to keep MCs sufferin', beggin' for big, heavy bags of Bufferin. Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em, so many homicide records, my cases went platinum. D'Shawn is nice; known for
and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke
fingers in her clit She's a pro I thought I saw her pussy glow It could've been the sweat in my eyes I don't know for sure This freaks the shit for loving
back and Im feelin so true got much love for my nigga named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke
the air like a Concord Aiyyo what you out for? Yo I'm out for the whole score 22 flat seconds for me to win, I can't win for losin' with this cheatin
feces 800 pounds, my pet tiger feed You whack niggaz a bowl of doo-doo Anything you play my pee will stain Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain George
the heavy connection of the pro-pain sound a crazy motherfucker went and pulled a knife you know he's gonna cut ya till you're scarred for life bangin
tattoo girl [Liffy Stokes] Hey there shorty, what you working with Let me see you pop that shit for daddy That's shining blowing big pound out a pro
jawns? Oh yes, it's just her and some weed y'know sayin'? Fuck some other shit Fuck it, aight, bet, what the? Y'know, whassup for real, for real Word
now, nigga leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggas be takin drugs just to ease the pain
jawns? [2] Oh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin? Fuck some other shit [1] Fukkit, aight, bet, what the.. Y'know whassup for real for real
waited for sabbatical Down to rock your body as we turn the party radical I can see the game like the blind feel the pain Both sides colliding with the
I can rap like a pro, I can make a dope beat I'm really good at doin dishes, pretty good at trimmin weed I can make you feel special, I make you feel the pain
