Letras:
Drive By The Hand That Cuts

Either way, we gotta get out of this town I just want to count on you Whenever I am down It's the hand that cuts The heart that's opening Your tears

now Either way, we gotta get out of this town I just want to count on you Whenever I am down It's the hand that cuts The heart that's opening Your tears

price-free Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T No doubt players like me recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit

place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayvon Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me Flash and Theodore, super cuts that

clutchin' your chest suckin' Your last breath, in awe, period Meth Nigga, dyin' from paper cuts, bleedin' to death Down these mean streets Johnny Quest From ASCAP to NASDAQ get that

What a situation Senses gone and left me Lies are like confetti on the floor Words are leading nowhere Delicate and tender Tenterhooks that drive me

Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts

-free Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T No doubt players like me recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit,

and clip and never rest Until your haircut looks its best (pic of Prairie Dawn-like muppet driving a bus) The bus driver drives fast or slow To