Shoestring's on the comeback, you bitches up off my threads feds raid my shit I put that head to bed Been from the law, been rocking war from my hideaway Fuck them bitches, them switches perfin as I ride away Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and a deadly War The bitches they me shoestring, the niggas they call me skeletor Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the bitch, the killer of Your dope The killer that that package and that body in the driveway them on a friday Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed for the highway Put the coke on the floor, hand over the My hat is cocaine white and the think it's blow So they me over ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcase want to wet me up The are tryin to set me up Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I these hoes Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave bitch with your Eyes Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin 30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin Fuckin up your tissue, pack your and riot pumps This motherfucker thumps, so of my enemies jump So motherfuck your cookie crew the avenue be rollin Its all about the money bitch, the fuck you wanna do Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they like they jaws You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin no thang to me You buster ass bitches ain't really you claim to be We can them thangs, play the same and I'm gone bust your nose Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and this bitch with your Closed.
Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal rippin for salary it's no formality To be a tragedy, rip for raggedy, dogmatically money's the mission Motive the means, bodies for Intuition got me trapped like quadafi erasin your for a hobby Dead bodies in lobbies dealin the veteran In your head like excederin, better than Curing viruses hard as Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track like dallas Competition is missing, being from angles In position by magicians like I'm stackin and figures on petty niggas Lemon squeezing with platinum triggers I'm deadly like storms in I make my on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck
Haven't you heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye Cause your eyes closed is how you die Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brother's makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper So yourself, watch your step for these bullets ? ? ? ? But couldn't creep from it's death One of my niggas died, it was his murder ain't jokin Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him Now the nigga was trusted, the than rusted, but fuck it I rather be behind guns than in front of Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't to pull it So he's drinkin 40's ? ? ? ? wishes Open on snitches killin all the death wishes Get the picture, I never a man when he was runnin barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin
Cash in ? ? ? / Informer drug Bitches in love, niggas catch between they shoulders shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the I on the scripture like I'm apostle But stick to the script, cause is real nigga gospel Until my mission's accomplished, I'm be hostile with a bottle Didn't have no role model, so I live like fuck The that I chose was to roll with my og's Killers and creepers who never or dose Fuck with us be leaving your eyes closed Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a Straight up slippin with his eyes And in my hood no sightseeing Fuck with us, who knows where you be in Only will be lookin after the hearse roll And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your closed
your back, I'm creepin from the blind side Another nigga dead, another fuckin 211 187 call for back-up I'm a get to flyin heads, once I my mac up Crackheads crack up, bitch back down We ain't scared of shit on the north side of town avenue is where I'm from to be exact It's all survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back Before you catch a barrel to your g If you with else, than you and all your homies Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my Got no for lames and I'm a stay the same I'm criminally insane, givin is what I do Catchin you in view, makin sure your ass through Money and the power, in the door Grippin on a nickle 44 And you'll be with your eyes closed