still eat their young Proto-culture null and void All veins in highway laps this breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza drawn and quartered
I was just a young boy, ha ha The remix, this is the way we do it Now I'm standing on the corner, high as fuck Thinking 'bout busting a nut And you can
girl I had dump in this playa world Drop your draws and come over here stick ya And she could jack me a little quicker Drop your draws and come over here
and his wards are the graveyard And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block And they draw heat from
my thing destiny I'm a felon But I ain't just a young, black nigga rebellin' Breath by breath, step by step, day by day Playin' this game of death My nigga remind ya of manslaughter Niggas slangin' quarters
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
night down on the catherine wheel Drawn into a corner A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head I court a sure, sudden death But give no quarter A
in married quarters Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters She waits on him, the sweet young thing Repenting at her
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 ER
Wit out no problem Broadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/ Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack I draw back the cap for the
! [Bridge-Young Buck x2] I got my pistol in my pants, rocks in my draws Holla woot woot homie if ya see them laws [Chorus x2- Pimp C/ (Young Buck)]
[HOOK] It's young jizzle from the bottom of the map got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (ay) [5x] I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha
curtain call Give the kid a sack a D Pass the child a bag of C Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy Deadly young people Deadly new day Young
natural reaction For crack to make it happen Let the pen ink sink Into the paper of the pad Think back When I was younger Ghetto could have took me under Young
eat their young proto-culture null and void all veins in highway laps this breath collapsed again this hex was delivered spent orchestra influenza drawn and quartered
draws put that d-ck up in her ovaries, Gudda b-tch you know its me, I spit cooked coke, so when I rap it comes out like a quarter key, conduct disorderly