i pull up fulled up grippin my still
the tool pulled up siping some armimil
the fool muled up dipping the scean to feel
i cant take it i need the bread
so im ready to shoot and kill
dough is time bloody do loot and deal
so i walk in the store and make some noise
so i talk sin to the whore and take the lifes of the boys
i empty the register the shit is on and crackin
but i didnt measure and speed is what im lackin
so i run and jump in my car and hit the gass
the chrome gets a pumpand the the cops i pass
the drone of this dump the police think there crunk they can kiss my ass
the days have there ways in the city of sin
the plays have there says in the pitty of men
the heart of a cold blooded killa born to the dealer
the part of the bold stealer torn to the killa
the days have there ways in the city of sin
the plays have there says in the pitty of men
the heart of a cold blooded killa born to the dealer
the part of the bold stealer torn to the killa
the boots the court the ride upnorth
the hoot the screaming the hate of sorts
the jail the time for a heathin
sstuck in hell with no chance of breathing
the jumpsuit doesnt fit and the food taste like shit
the lawsuit rubbin shit panned face the spit
iall i have is a memory and a song
but even thats temporary and wont last to long
so this is my song trapped in a cage full of rage
like a slap in the face turning the fule to a new page
the days have there ways in the city of sin
the plays have there says in the pitty of men
the heart of a cold blooded killa born to the dealer
the part of the bold stealer torn to the killa
the days have there ways in the city of sin
the plays have there says in the pitty of men
the heart of a cold blooded killa born to the dealer
the part of the bold stealer torn to the killa
