Laulunsanoja:
King Sun Strickly Ghetto

forgot my .380 with ten shots Enough to bust each nigga dead in the face And got one shot left when I step, just in case I miss one, who can dis Sun and

[VERSE 1] It's goin down in the ghetto, around 7 So beep me about 6, with code 11 So we can hook up at the spot and get right for the night We stickin

Magic] Aight, no doubt, no doubt This is super rockin Mr. Magic on your FM dial We're gonna send this piece out to every street corner and every ghetto

in your residence Like a little bitch, you switched when you signed Want me to sweat yours, cause you was sweatin mine Don't be suprised when you get your ass flipped Yo, Sun