jungle green users The stop cap rockers, the S-P trunk haters Beat's so hot use a tong not my tongue it speaks impurity Fuck Debbie, plus in blood like
You know the deal crab rappers peel I give 'em shit that they can feel My style's like steel You can stop tanks wid it, rob banks wid it Plot pranks
[ACE HOOD:] A say hello to mister cutthroat bodys on the damn flo All about the cash flow like my money in bank rolls These haters pissed they know I'
dope game brought the chopper and it's feet homie New cars new bras nigga's swag change 8 figures from the projects in the mud Blood money nigga's strapped
I thought some of 'em were friends of mine, I was wrong about 'em all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside mud Up over my head, nothing but clouds of blood
some of 'm were friends of mine; I was wrong about 'm all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
no goin' back when your foot of pride come down Ain't no goin' back Hear ya got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names Sunken cheeks and his blood
't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
come up So to all you bustas out there, beware Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Krayzie] Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank
mighty dollar Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow Chain gang, remains the same Flamin my dank and drinkin brew Thinkin about hangin, clockin my bank
He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail Here at the bank in his diapers and his little bare
little roadhouse On highway 29 It was a small town bank it was a mess Well I had a gun you know the rest Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
, I'd put him straight away But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
me nemesis is su nemesis Ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out When
such a stink up when motherfuckers hate your guts you aint even gotta say much for me to put a pen to a blank sheet of papers like smearing blood stains
(Sorry!) You're hearing the last thoughts of a man about to blow his fuckin' brains out Fall back with a blood stained blouse on top of his spouse Spread out on a blood