Music is I ain't in to fashion or ice I ain't into chain snatchin', into smackin' a wife Fan don't never ask him the price If you new you can't afford it, you better askin' to the point if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas better hope I don't have me a light Meth, not the type for doin' the But the when you feel it you know I'm doing it right You I spit it but hate to love to admit it They criticizing the lyrics, everybody's a critic, look I push the limit while rappers is pushing I use it to push my pen and then add it to the hook Yah, still talk about it and I still it Underground without a shovel and diggin' It's always been the struggle, y'all just didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al don't here then don't visit
of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
And do you know the for that? What The penalty is death and is no alternative
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We the first that did that. I don't a fuck what nobody say Alright bring it back a bit
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Are you kidding? I necce? it's brutal. You to be punished Well, I'd to see you try that You think this is going to work out? It going to be quite so easy. He who will be killed. Those who kill will to be killed Wh-what