you can die too Around here with that flossin I'm a try you [Verse 2: Al Kapone] Trick I ride for my city I die for my city Put your m's up high if
: Madd Topics No You Can?t Stop It Like How Much They Paid For That Rocket? People In The Hood Really Ain?t Got Shit How Much Got Spent By The President
Aloneman They dont understand But they can They can can If I dont say it I'm a sucka parlayin it Don't really matter When the flow fatter But I
kid and said "boy lemme tell you what" i guess you kinda figured i'm a reefer head of course and after all this time i guess that i'm a connoisseur
t no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face
't loyal to choose sides Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin' I can't trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin' This clip that
call me back I'm busy with the President of the United States Discussing more rates on a higher level Don't give me feedback, I don't need that Two trips to Costa Rica, I
how psycho I can get I don't really see a motherfucker stopping this Trying to come at you and the apocalypse .40 cal will have you screaming, "I don't
smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*} [King T] I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green
Chorus:(Randy) Starships and Rockets in a world that don't give a damn Bullets fly past me, who can I trust A player doing the best I can If you set
Che Guevara For the people to make or wait it's better In a room called real I stay forever Everyday I lose something I gain forever Meditate on how I can
, it ain't no secret That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like
you can't stop it my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell
one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumb Kickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG! Who can stage as soon as
But the bankers tell me, "No can do" I'm facing problems way beyond control I'm talking smooth but I'm deep in the hole, now Tell me what I say Sounds
nigga who cares you can die too Around here with that flossin i'ma try you Verse 2: Al Kapone Trick i ride for my city I die for my city Put your m's
, gold rings) I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin' to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderfella I've been a killer
my gold rings I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderella I've been a killer