Money ain
Yeah we hear now! Die motherfucker don
ood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should it
ssroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns it
the pistol.
Chorus (2x)
Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die motherfucker die! It
Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas know my ment
al kill or be killed head for the hills but don
ing Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict bus
t guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I
