Teksty:
2Pistols Eyes Closed

Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money By all means instead of 2 beat, call me Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base Lawyer paid up,

got my temperature risin', from your hips to your thighs an' That glare in your eyes'll brighten up a horizon It comes naturally I don't bribe 'em as easy as 1, 2

with 2nd Hand sec, this on? 2nd Hand Smoke, yeah yeah 2nd Hand Smoke Alright ladies and gentlemen prepare yourself This is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You

chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First I'm cool with you Then I'm not When you run up on me I pop pistols

even starts, sit back relax and neva losin my composure, brotha done told ya, betta beware. 'cause this Mo Thug clique got plenty soldiaz, just open yo eyes

own sack, never wanted to hit your bud Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body froze Close yo' eyes

won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons) I keep my pistol

Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about? Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores Scream and shout my similes and metaphors Mansion doors, I constantly close

for the drop (yeah) then drop it Chorus: drop the needle drop the needle drop the needle drop the needle Verse 2: the needle drops like a pistol