Letras
Rum rum duck low shotgun buck flow
Left bell homie yo the cop comin
Fuck no stand ground stand off
More than money Randolph
Billy Ray Valentine crime bullet plain
All pistol whips blip face
Clappin' that dick trace
Flat top Mack rock
I'll be at your bitch place
Drillin' like Chi-Town
Brooklyn this is my town
Brownsville sounds ill
Then I'm doin' die bound
Wolf with a ticket sale
Rattin' cause you wicked frail
Jooks known to kick a tail
Sicker than a sickle cell
Deli like nicotine
Overdose sycophine
Right hand puncher
Have you wobbling like a symphony
I'll be out in H-Town
Cops try to chase down
Handcuffed him and threw him on the street face down
Empty out the Roscoe
Motherfucker die slow
Sixteen murderer
Hotter' than tobacco
Get a dose
Listen to K-K-K-K-Ko
Get a dose
Listen to K-K-K-K-Ko
Get lies
I'm on the boss of mother shit
That's the bottom line
It ain't nothing
I'm on the boss of mother shit
That's the bottom line
N-n-n-nothing
It's funny
Dungeon Master bed Sty
Louis Sapp nigga
Brooklyn Zoo general
Dirty Clanzmen nigga
Disrespectful by design
Leave the blind nigga
Piss on your name
No we not the same nigga
Your catalog is trash
Need a feature run the cash
And again listen
Don't play with my cash
Niggas tough until they fuckin' feel hot slugs
Before I burn the green
I'm breakin' up the big nugs
Razor blade evangelist
Vandalize your confidence
The bomb shit
Since 86 there's been no calm shit