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I'll admit, I was a wild when I was a kid
Slangin' dope, poppin' and droppin' lots of sin
Psychedelic would ensue my view
Feelin' the as they altered my fate

But I [Incomprehensible], all that distorted brought it up
I short and couldn't afford to store it up
So I began to record it on
The of Luis Mario

Somethin' unbelievable, inconceivable
That the shit I set out to do was achievable
But alas, look at all the come to pass
While we remained strong, others broke like

you lack style, and you need all the help brother
'Cause fragile, and it should say it on your cover
This up, for the celebrity
Who lacks intelligence, integrity,

Oh, it's true, I got you in an angle Kurt
But go gettin' your fuckin' feelin's hurt
I spit many of heat, that burn like a furnace
I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin' out your

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy then and get sprayed, papa
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

You know me and you've with me
And if I had a big pad, I'd take you all home with me
I don't walk around with bodyguards, not me
I'm out with the people of my posse

Used to have a lot of enemies with bad
Spreadin' gossip like disease, creatin' lots of
People turn around you become a star it seems
But others hate you all 'cause fulfilled all your dreams

They smile in your face and act like nothin's
When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of songs
Why don't you your mask off, look me in the eye?
You afraid I might blast-off and call you on your

a deep one, and peep son
Retribution comes around than once, like a re-run
a cheap one to kill, so steep son
You're just another one who thrown in the quay, son

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I wanna but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9 millimeter at my waist,
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you feel groggy then jump and get sprayed,
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave,

You know they in your face
You know try to take space
I let you punks know you ain't
'Cause you you're just dead-weight

But at the present day they gettin' out for some reason
But not from me, because punk-hunt season
with high-treason, I'm easin' the blow never
[Incomprehensible], that you're leasin', ain't gonna roll

So about that, is it worth the pain?
When you flirt with pain, bitch you don't hurt brain
But you're thick-headed, numskull and rick it
"It was the you feared, when my venom spreaded"

I got my 9 at my waist, papa
I got my shotgun in the escalade,
If you feel groggy jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't but you dug your own grave, papa

I got my 9millimeter at my waist,
I got my in the escalade, papa
If you groggy then jump and get sprayed, papa
I don't wanna but you dug your own grave,

You know smile in your face
You know they try to take
I let you punks you ain't safe
You know they just wait

You know they smile in your
You know they try to space
I let you punks you ain't safe
You know they can't wait