Teksty:
Boy Kill Boy Two Souls

Hello and good day, dear how do you do this to me? over and over tell me your secrets tell me the truth i'm drowning hello and good day, dear how do

no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I might feel about my glory. Two

you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill

remember when I was just a little niggero Rollin' through the hood with my pops I watched him kill a ho Boom (Boom!) was the sound Of the nine when they kill

'bout Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out Pharrell what these n-ggas talkin' bout? Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse A two

this (scrap metal) Still played so I'm still a toy You still afraid so I'm still a boy (something for you haters) But as my soul this (something for you

one the deeper you delve stop killing and selling buying and thinking of gold forget the body and remember the soul life is worth more than gold a soul

you the disease boy young money motherfucka deez theez boyz bitches you crazy weez retardz watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah soulja boy

if you wanna floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back You get if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if