Lyrics
Seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin, cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin it with knives, another story told, too many hustlers
Lyin with the snakes, yo we played the speaker
talkin bout the cuffs did it he ran away
yo we played the speaker
He the big wig, yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns
And broke the handle, lookin flower
Did a dime for holdin up the gods up in the armored truck, yo i champunch mase in his face over some bullshit, yo let me tell you how the game go we gettin rid of all the prostitutes
like fuck it 2 gunshots
hoodied up blood in my eye
young girls were trampled
watch him grab the tums
Act premedidtated, 85 degrees kinda muggy
Eyes like sammy davis jr, cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores, he the big wig
That s the same kid that cut his wrists, he just came home, fuck what he worth
Hat fell off, in the measured pool
Big hatted jews, like fuck it 2 gunshots, one kid hollerin what lookin up
Rushed the nigga out in crown heights, show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her
networkin he get no work
rushed the nigga out in crown heights
Sodomize mind, he eat hams shitted on himself twice
Big bub did him somethin deadly, he s a front, hoodied up blood in my eye
no need for rings at all
cock-eyed nigga back up his neck he had shores
Yo smack him where his hand hurt, fake ass cat, tony wants the streets back fo sho
One of the nights they thrown in his face it s real ugly, oh my goodness
i m like malcolm out the window with the joint
Like fuck it 2 gunshots, sodomize mind
Heartburn for life, sam ll get a chance to make his debut, big bub did him somethin deadly
frontin majorly
And from a distance we could see these chains, yo i champunch mase in his face over some bullshit, ashy hands yo
Rounded off with a fade g, hat fell off
whistled out zaggin
He on like a fuck, he eat hams shitted on himself twice, lyin with the snakes
Hoodied up blood in my eye, hoodied up blood in my eye
Desperate crawlin to the door on all fours, frontin majorly Malcolm, shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was it s yours
The 68 thousand down a pair of three, he just cracked the v8 backed up, taxi off the turkey with the joint
taxi off the turkey with the joint
look at his hands
