with bombs in they bomba Ya I'm crazy holmes, with that .80 chrome So if I tell ya imma kill ya send daises home [Hook] [Cam'Ron] Uh, killa Eh yo,
Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins Before you talk bout money, make a mil' first You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse Your
clout I'll take niggas hearts And turn killers into girl scouts works of art Picasso from the Hydro roller slash hustler CEO slash retired soldier Kill or be killed
my face as they wonder what's under my waist Standin' on the verge of them gettin' brown That's a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their
on my face as they wonder what's under my waist [standin on the verge] of them gettin' brown Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their
so fly be smoking till the bag gone and gigs in the billy so the snitches stay home pull up to the curb thats believe a billy wily run up in the club
the rock, head for the door oops forgot You know I can't leave my chrome that's my love jones Niggas in front of the building niggas making a killing
the rock, head for the door oops forgot You know I can't leave my chrome thats my love jones Niggas in front of the building niggas making a killing
, Americans lie Americans die every day, American mothers askin American God, why? american lo-fi Gimme a high five and it ain't easy to make change so I don't try Home
t have to turn Fed we ain't do it like that Boy I got a remidy for des Snitches at the crib you can't neva come home bitch we know where you live thugs
You're full of alcoholic speed Leading up the road to ruin No last chanse, don't bother to plead High over the limit, got to take it slow Concentrate, kill
I swear that?s a fact But the thought of somebody else rubbing her back Just kills me, oh, it kills me I know she don?t love me, I know she ain?t home
He like to do it real low and slow Party with Vladimir Putin He like to breakdance and headspin Party with Kim Jong-Il He got the North Korean down-home
I helped you find a home If you want to write on now, 'Cuz it's not like you to let go let go Baby let yourself shine Where did that girl I run for go
't keep this home Give me your heart and your hand Then we can run, we can run, we can run, baby run now We can run, baby run It's like a bullet through
(DJ Screw) 9-7, Screwed-Up Click South Sil Fo Lil Ballin' in the mix Pimpin'pens Ball slow party on DJ Screw, L-i-l K-E Know what I'm sayin' cause uh..
lot of cars and the lot still vacant And you won't stop speakin' till I leave you on the cement Leakin', all hot, none eatin' Slow down, son, you're kill