out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's
I wish you warned me when I started we're going full hearted, R.I.P the half wits cause now we're 6 feet under the top spot f-ck a casket bastards, don
pass it You know how to hash get On the side where the greener grass is Gotta up on the shape glasses Niggas get blasted Handing out cash's And caskets
shot My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops 'Bout to go fishin with a clip that's extended Because your momma got a glass eye with
down for the count Drowned by the count, for the last red ounce [hook x2] [mad child] Rock for the masses, prev rock glasses Used to drop acid, coke
the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is Illmatic
his stones from Greece In his mouth he had like thirty plus karats Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic Told niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket
only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast Guests started mashing, C.V.L, ice water battalion Past tense place to gold caskets
, when it?s damaged or broken compassion Not enough rope in the van When world is collapsing, our mode of action Broadcast through the glass, all we
glass of Re The O.J. and it's all okay 'Til that fuckin' fake cop got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it
with the Triple Six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick Or get your neck slit I'm having these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With
for the clown In New York, in LA, in southwest town Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked Rather just chill in the yard in my casket Call up
that pop lip, can eat a dick, or get your neck slit I'm havin these memory lapses of bodies off in the caskets with no heads Monoxide ruler of tha
the triple six clique Hoes that pop lip Can eat a dick Or get your neck slit I'm havin' these memory lapses Of bodies off in the caskets With no heads
shit criminal minded, posted on the grind shit that cone silencer for one time shit turnin, pounds into ashes drinkin Cristal from the bottle fuck ya glasses
lawner got shot four times in the face Standin on west 8th street, two blocks from park place It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up Closed casket
it, since tha World is a ghetto looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate