wouldn't get too far, Tearing out pages, I wouldn't get that far. Magazines, Tearing pieces off me, Pages fall out, And they just fall out. Magazines
I wouldn't get too far, Tearing out pages, I wouldn't get that far. Magazines, Tearing pieces off me, Pages fall out, And they just fall out. Magazines
ski-mask got ??? (Marc Live) Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we blastout The wrong move, show improve you assed out Venom it, warn the niggas, treacherous Squeeze automatic
quick as a nigga can lock up his bitch With a cock in is pit Bleedin' right after we cocked him up in his crib Rottin' in rich with a semi-automatic
see Man I'm so hard, I flex so clean Drop top chevy, that's some shit you've never seen Flexin so hard like I'm on a magazine ('DRE) Styrofoam cup filled
He's the latest superhero with powers so profound He leaped a dotted line in just a single bound I know you must have seen him in books and magazines
you got in that ch***** I thrive off of danger, jumpin' in all beef You keep talking sh** now the squad called me Enough holdin' back the steam, Em' let off a magazine
' fuck ya'll n****s walkin' 'round like ya'll sayin' somethin' what ya'll know about G4's? SL's with the automatic door let the automatic pour and kill
pride and the sets again Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK Automatics
world on the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress You couldn't have said it no better, homeboy With my automatic toy,
him with the pump 2 times rewind, hit him with the pump 4 times flat-line murder with them tech nine tactics, accurate but I'm checkin not staggerin put a magazine
few bitches thats scared to shoot, muthafucka dun rescued you, was blessed a few but i gotta exicute when im next to you, automatic with a tactic to
loud Go no.1, Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba Go no.1, old ignant motherfucker Let me holla at these niggas that went out bad They jumped in the magazine
wit the realism technique Automatically, pulled you right into my lead Feel me, as you indulge in your magazine I couldn't believe my eyes When I opened up that magazine
Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz Shorty we bury niggaz, shorty we bury niggaz The undertaker Hey, stand in on the trap with me Mashin' me is blasphemy, 1000 round magazine
me... [Benzino Speaking] This one's for the world, my people U think u know me? U have no idea who i am, This is my story It's not about the magazine
corner when you see a state cop For the niggas in the night they call drag, I'ma fool and be cool With an automatic click clack I wanna fuck and how to
is that? Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck bitch Who made that car? I never seen that on the streets We were in the Vibe magazine
