never hit nothing like a bad fadeaway Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow I hit the pawn shop
motherfucking hollow point tips Biaaatch Ain't no wars without me, nigga, don't never doubt me I'm the motherfucking sure fire, murderer for hire Nigga, you can catch me in any pawn-shop
lyrics are suffice, suffice are my lyrics Idolized by the public, praised by the critics Worth more than gold, longer than a giraffe Take em to the pawn shop