Letras:
Die Young Drawn In Quarters

throats of those who choose to choke... bound by human nature our minds tied to the human world can we not see the madness unfurled? drawn in quarters

cut raw She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw

HIM GET UP THIS MORNING AT ABOUT QUARTER PAST SIX AND TRY FI GET A BUS FI GO IN A HIM DISTRICT A JOLLY BUS DRAW DOWN IN THE BACK WHERE HIM SIT WHILE

the blunt, Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump, if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck, all niggas playin games start endin em up, cuz your block young

White men can't jump but the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves me and young Streets talkin' this the realest

m cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbin' two logs Young

That my nerve couldn't stop, I tried to run, She yelled out "Freeze" Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees, ripped of my draws As if she had claws

all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body In the name of microphone fiends and a young boy's b-boy dreams We draw you to leave this body,

Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom Ain't no mic checkin' worse Kick some rhymes if you got but if it's wack I draw back the cap for