Letras:
Fall Fall Fall Don T Take The Pizza

ghetto bastards What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair

I'm a limited time offer And I'm off the, chain like a stray dog If I want it, I'm a fetch it, I don't play dog (I don't play dog) I see the game from

sports Every single summer taking trips to the shore And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi Can't believe

tell the dog hoe don't, don't you be greedy Don't, don't you be greedy Don't, don't you be greedy Bitch, don't you be greedy Don't, don't you be greedy

can we do when we're arrested, but open fire? Life in the pen ain't for me, 'cause I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord

inhaling smoked heavily, barely time enough to take an air of breath and breathe Now in straight cravin a BLT with extra bacon No onions I don't need

' deep, holdin' heat, don't even think about sleep When we creep, niggaz goin' down for the count It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out C'mon fella, you don't

don't because she's fat (OH!) I wouldn't even touch with Boosti's dick And if it meant all the not-whites in the world would vanish I still wouldn't

Punks that try to brawl So stop sleeping on me Don't even dose hops Or I'm a heat you up And eat you up Like Stove Top Stuffing I'm bum rushing Shorts: I'm taking