nigga face Imma keep it trill you can chill but time aint gon wait You betta go head and get your paper before it get to late Had to set myself straight at to set
Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone, Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away, You'
trinkets that we bring When the visionary dreams set hard and gray, as flesh made into stone You tore the statues to the ground crying, let my people go
about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what if
my PJ's flossin, like what? Bionic You see me blowin chronic In charge with San Diego, burn like Wako Leggo on my shots like Eggo Or Lee Hungry Oswald, three miles
and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone, Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away, You're nobody