Teksty:
Back One Out Monsters

reproduce a sense by now lost conformism. They lower a veil to make us easy of manage, every week. They see me as a monster, they try to drive me crazy

Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery

motherfuckin' monster do He a dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppie heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the Rasta and a monster

] Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back

Uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out

hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out

ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in '83 I stay street with it, dun asked that You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack I rollover rodents

ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in '83 I stay street with it, dun asked that You can find me in your hood pumpin' monster crack I rollover rodents

royalty Let the fo' five off, live for, die for Hustle is my first love and the streets my side hoe Haze then I'm back to sour, okay, I'm back in power