Lletres:
Brotha Lynch Hung C Bo Blocc Movement

straps bust [Brother Lynch] 21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap Cuz block

[C-Bo] With my eyes open I tried to focus I see my mother Squeezing my hand teary eyed behind her I see my brothers And I wonder how quick the game could

I drop Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block And my glock closed down shop It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy Catch me frontin back in the rag, boy C-Bo

't defend myself. If you trippin, oh if you trippin then it must be you I'm talkin bout. And if it ain't you ... don't trip [Brother Lynch] Drop niggas