The final scene of your production Your destruction Just when the solitude about you Drove your symptoms to an end Did they find you? Try to break through
ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coop Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop Like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
t play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in line I only fuck with broke niggas that stright depend on crime
Shit, man Fuck that pinche jura ese If they only knew where the fuck I was, right Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit They ain't gonna
I took the shotgun off the wall And I fired two warning shots into his head He had it coming, he had it coming He only had himself to blame I met Ezekiel
Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to
fuck wit it get wit it that shotgun hit squad Yeah we some trap stars Some fuckin? rap stars My clique be slangin? and bangin? Ya?ll only act hard Cause
plenty of rap sheets but not on sale We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells These rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
was the time of the of the stickin Heard nigga don't move and shotguns clickin Hundred g's in my safe but I came up short They only said I only had ten
took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots... ...into his head. [All Murderess's] He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself
shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots... ...into his head. [ALL] He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'
a sewer out Bricks put my music out Shotgun, do it now! [Chorus]x4 Jump out with my shotgun, make you dead niggas drop (drop) Niggas rock (rock), show yo true crime
That one and only special girl I'm lookin', I'm lookin' All across this world Gotta find myself That one and only special girl Oh yeah... Version 2
, fat beats like this A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullshit I'm all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun Any MC that disagree
under the cover sell glocks A free box of shell if you miss any shots Crack spots and hell only stops burn cells Pale horses, evil forces, crime bosses
a toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do
