coast guard the west I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart [Yelawolf] I got no Jim Beam in the liver Getting head like clean clippers, with
the cops, always seem to be circeling round town, everyday of my life, i see the same for everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their
with the cars she kept And "Such is life," she often said With one day leading her to the next You get a little closer to your death, which was fine with
how to act 48 tracks studio gangster, mack, sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil but never will til he crosses over still filling your head with fantasies come with
the switch You into hittin' bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch All my real doggs still kick it with me All my down hoes still trickin' with me All
start breathin' Fuck that shit! You just caught this bitch cheatin' While you at work she's with some dude tryin' to get off Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitches head off
poppin off at the chops boy we poppin off shots guaranteeing a spot at the top first place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick
From another brother talking now you got major beef Two kids had a beef, one was your man They went out like troopers and they went out with their hands
slave Runaway, runaway slave Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies Juveniles
, catch me with the heat or a vest Smoke sometimes when I got shit to finesse When I smoke weed, creatively then I'm the best When I get head first then
him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence. I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me If you want kids off the streets
all in the street now Wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beat down Kids hit with switches, mamas is quoting scriptures While Luda's getting head
off more Until these kids in prison or dead before they twenty four These kids trapped in a struggle and Don't know where they're heading, no A head
load And said they all lay me down and hit me with this tune When they see my smith n wesson their eyes got bigger I relaxed latch off chilled back and
is my complexion, I got that electric connection Now who needs some protection? We rocking hip-hop, come in and turn your gun off Gave you the mic and off the head you couln't come off
heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with
pop that gum one more time" and he did So I took the shotgun off the wall And I fired two warning shots into his head He had it coming, he had it coming