what about these
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya
I ain't mad at'chya (We ain't mad at'chya)
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out frontin'
Smokin' something
Guard ya shyt, for I stick you, for ya re-up
Wipe the pee up
Lick shots, woke his seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
Long kiss
Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the
Game is that? Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwoods, and Duchies
You can't touch me
Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue
My team in the marine-blue, six-coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out
The block for distances, givin' long kisses bytch
Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, you got fukked fo' times
Damn that three to nine, fukked you up for real though
Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no