Buck 50's & Bullet Wounds (Instrumental)

I got a bird's eye view

Like bird and swine flu

I'm sick with it, no cure for shit that I do

Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric

You ain't half what Havoc is

Or anything near it i'm a ticking timebomb

That sit in your mind palm

The blicky, your mind palm, no planet

We improv you niggas pussy wearing feelings

On your sleeve though go kill yourself

Your shorty out here giving deep throat

The winner team is over here

Check the point spread our ball first

Give a fuck what the coin said

They try to zoo us, keep it from the shakers

Movers cause we animals, the valuables

There be a lotta to us

Quick, out with the old

My nigga I be on some newer shit

Whoever got the coolest wrist

Add 'em to the list

You be donating for the cause

Why you asking why nigga, do it just because

Never let a good jux go to waste

They see it's about face

The memories of the sound the four pound make

For years through the music

I took 'em a foul place

Life through my lens and how

It would be without cake

Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose

Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off

Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth

Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild

And never seasonal my nigga

This was year round

The blood runnin' through our veins

Got us locked up in this cell

The more herb I blew, the higher the IQ

Just trying to live

Please forgive the evil I do

From W, the double crossing my crew

Dos Equis, my X2, get it, that's times two

I be spittin' raw dawg, the sticky in my paws

Southpaw, kill ya spirit, I get it from my Pa

We outlaws, we live it, no liquor in my bars

Drive 'em crazy in the streets

No different in my car

It's nada, I brought you change, no Obama