as much as I hate myself today But I'm still screaming at the top of my lungs so you can hear me... Kill the snakes
The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me (Chorus: B-Real) Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter Snakes
guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them K's spark Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill
I'm bout) [Verse 1:] Talking black scutless nigga black T's Nigga black dickies on with black Rees Nigga black gloves nigga black sleeves Nigga black trash
better build Fuckin with the guild, you get drilled I like bones chilled when I feet, I film your defeat So you family can watch you get killed in the
