Текст песни
Yea
Walkin with a stick in the club like a fucker read braille
Throwin change at the strippers fuck rain i bring hail
On watchlist i was sendin bombs in the mail
Cant stop this pussy know your arms too frail
I been movin so much but i never seen jail
Gotta prove to these fuckers i ain't ever gonna fail
I was so close to god that i poured wock in the grail
Never miss an opportunity i never leave without the scale
Numbers made friends turn around
Money make 'em come back
If you talkin on the horde than you catchin combat
I ain't from this fuckin planet this a first contact
Name a sound in the underground i been on that
I been lettin off smoke signals
You can tell that i'm mad by the way that im puffin my shit
I told that lil bitch get the fuck up out my house
If you ain't on your knees with a mouthful of dick
He thought i was buyin tell him shut the fuck up
While my homie in his house an he lookin for bricks
Mac 11 with the silencer i put it to his fuckin fore head
Wont move cause he know won't miss