way you hang is by the neck nigga poke Off the set comin' to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin' from a vet on some
a hefty sum Youngest veteran intercept di run Artist a carry feelings and tears a run Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son How him get
nigga's on your block straight be shady Out to get a grip no matter what it takes Make a mistake and find your ass dead in a fuckin lake With bullet holes
then I'll sit and wait for your poison words to scar. A notebook filled with a million words sits quietly by my side. Like a loaded gun with the wrong
They call me Duke Ali, when I'm banging that pistol Cause my gun and my vest, is a military issue Brother wait till I see you, then do a song and diss
name alone spell fear Gun for gun, hundred to one forget about it Petty shit, rise above and get up out it Could give a shit about it Time to focus a
A notebook filled with a million Words sits quietly by my side. Like a loaded gun with the wrong Intentions they tell me life is pain I forgot a long
Every *president's a* money launderer. I'm from the only place democracy is acceptable, Is if America candidate is electable. And they might even have a
am are you just a word i use when i don?t understand standing like a statue in the sea in a little truck stop in tennessee bombs are crashing down in waves on a
only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin from a vet on some
by the cube) and feed you nothing but sleeping pills (like a cool Cuban out this motherfucker... he got a half a joint, and one eyebrow) (Yeah and Rae got a
Porches Dookie gems and they're all gorgeous King Tone had a mean fortress Of french maids blowing me down like Ferra Faucet My gun collection is big
the pharao who knows what he has in store just one more nasty surprise we must prepare to strike back he's just like a loaded gun in the hand of a child
