sum shit i wrote in like 5 minutes
i should rush ya joint ‘N point the two barrels
snatch loot ‘N flee; to hell with all morals
pump mad shells in the ceiling for effect
fuck how u feeling, free that cash up i’m here to collect.
don’t wanna see you flinch, don’t move a fucking inch
i know its rude of me to do this, please excuse my fucking French
That’s how we stay hench, back in the day i sold bones on the bench
i blaze “those dro cones” ‘N get high,
i should rage war: make neighbourhood’s “no go zones,” live ‘N let die
i’m like “fuck a slice” i’m scooping the whole pie
yo where that cake at? ya’ll catz better tell me where that weights stacked
so u can get those O’s half’s quarters ‘N those eights jacked
i be that shadow in the dark-night who u don’t wanna meet-right
think u can street-fight? take these slugs close ya eyes ‘N sleep-tight
that’s how i keep-hype, creep inside ya dreams ‘N bring terror
turn ya blue skies to grey my gat spits thunderclaps like stormy weather.
holl@
