Cash off the top, cash off the top Play with my money motherfucker get shot Weed from the dread that I roll in the fanta Cover on my dick so I won't catch the monster I don't even know myself, I'm twisted This exquisite shit that flip when I rip it Crisp kiddicks, right hand quicker than Riddick's Safe to say that I'm the shit here Red suede shoes, a holiday in Arizona Cocaine knives open up the abalone Smoke the macaroni, eat the cannelloni Put the cameras on me, take the cameras off me Motherfucker raise your hand when you speak Act wild this .45 is gettin' jammed in your cheek Play the hotel room with bitches tossin' my butt Layin' back chillin' blowin' a blunt Motherfucker you Play them sound blocks, tinted, not timid, no gimmick Game of life is trife but due to good advice I'm 'bout to win it Fuck with rap but I still run around the map and still get it Let a nigga violate, I make a visor out his fitted Shoebox spinach, new Glocks finish, my life is real Calm when clocking currency but on the stage we hyper, still I spit for New York where we rep a different type of skill But often plan to kill while listenin' to Cypress Hill My knife is ill, infections get spread through incisions Conquer and divide when we ride, peace to division Shinin' when I'm rhymin' my slang fuck up your vision Missiles leave you layin' missionary if I'm on a mission That's all precision, precise moves change of position Never snitchin', define a mime during an inquisition My team's about to run the world and that's a true prediction Another day, another dollar, and a new affliction You know you picked the wrong niggas to fuck with, you punk bitch Tyson uppercuts, Bruce Lee front kicks I'm Dexter with the blood splatter Have you shakin' in the back seat with JFK, covered in brain matter Everything I talk I walk Crib lookin' like a blackboard, oh shit, flooded with white chalk Heartbeat racin' fast, when I chase yo ass With a Jason mask, pussy boy wave the flag Life ain't savin' that, family draped in black Visit your maker, now you can't make it back One-way ticket to the fire and brimstone My mental's locked up but my physical been home Question our God ask him what do I sin for He said I do wrong cause Eve is my kinfolk Bloodline of a disobedient Mixed with the heart of a butcher, make the coroner ingredients Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com