'll tell you one thing so listen closely, go I'll tell you one thing so listen closely When I tell you this is straight From the bottom of my broken heart So
thang, and I thought you knew Boy, you can't fuck with the crew Clinch your booty cheek, shut your eyes, and grit your teeth Goldy's bout to explode, I put your
'll fuck around and meet the real Tony Montana So fuck them palm trees I got shit for you to really see Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with niggas
of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys
eye Yes, it was this One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture A pale, blue eye with a film over it Whenever it fell upon me My blood ran cold And so
I close his eye Them nigga with the indeg Shoot him up with two tens Don't give a fuck who flex Now ask these blue I'm gonnask these blue chick Chorus
shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag slice ya face bury It's I who come by drive through Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at Mami eyes blue
forbidden like pig You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig Raise your sword and praise the Lord Enrage the war on this wicked society Raise your sword and
on a drug run, So quick, there's kids in the park waiting, These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham, So start hating, though you know in your heart
Sa-cri-fice We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice We could take your body to the project for a sacrifice We could take your body to the
better place your bets on us The Bronx baby, where the best get blown My resting zone, come on nigga test your throne I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your
Dead People I See Dead People I See Dead People I See Dead People Welcome to the cemetery wonder what i se? This one here died from HIV I See Dead
Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds
East Coast I bury now I'm partyin' with Halle Berry This Hollywood shit'll catch you slippin' if you let it So niggaz started grillin' me Like they was gon' take my things So
of crimson grease, Where the living eats the dead, and the dead reek, Rock bottom transforms human beings to beasts, Why the fuck you think we got canine
choices, Your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so
Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?) And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas! [Chorus
I'm a Porno star in a marble spa in panama Needed a break so I bout my boss Needed a lake so I bout a house Needed sex so I bout a spouse Until this
