hit casualties of a crazy bitch Man she looks so good tastes even better Fuck up and she'll put your fuckin' balls in a shredder You don't want a piece
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
the Visualiza] It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight Holy mics
than the whole country of Colombia So buck buck to all the players in the click cos the B-L-A-C-K M-A-F-I-A Already done sewed up, umm half the shit (
you know what I'm meaning" Maybe if I popped Cristal Said I had a Lexus, or a triple beam I'd get a deal I'd rather speak upon a Maurice Cheeks steal
disc flinger, Dragon stout drinker Terrorizing mics and R&B singers Menacing music masked attack on your act, Collapsed your whole detail With a anger
