You don't get hit with six bricks And never do a day Come on, homie We know what it is Confidential, my ass We know what you did You a motherfuckin bitch
top Niggas target you always to be where you stand My calibur is royalty in the eyes of the broker And most likely you'll vision me whenever they smoke
slice from cats aiming gats who showed the hiest Told you right she be the one that come and hold your mic Then aim it at the whole vice squad just like