Letras:
Blowing Trees

: I colli dei cigni splendono alla luce e mille barbagli trafiggono le palpebre il fuoco che brucio Roma e solo sprazzo. Cosi mi incendi. Con bugie

all in my mug and I was wondering if I lokked familiar or something but if not let me hit you up see I ain't on that tender stuff cause I blow it down

Touch pon di ends And a incense, herbs and oils Scrapbook newspaper Clippings and files A view of di countryside Remind me of nine miles Where di trees

can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect

herb in, I got family I'm doin 85, in the 50-mile-an-hour lane Tryin to handle my business, the Figgaro stack change Independent tycoons (tycoons) - yeah My niggaz puff trees

with Big and Pac, Puff in his new ?? crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin with trappin fuck around and get ur wig pushed backwards pushed off the backboards blow

Scoot through the scenes, we are invisible for now I'm the big bad wolf See the pigs, they run in horror Don't build your house out of grass Or I'll blow

Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow

will come real Free like the bird in the tree We won't worry everyting will come real Yes we free like the bird in the tree We runnin from the penetentiary