I might bark at X or spit at the LOX
But other than that I don't be fukkin wit cats
"As a young'un dumb and, gun in the waist
Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain
And had to numb it with base
Couldn't drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nothin to waste
Life's like a treadmill, nikkas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past"
