Lletres:
Card Throwing Machine

the ratchet waitin, since you hatin Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P] Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw

and even woods stockers Don't need a passport to send a post card, send me a message let me know how you are Whether you are walkin or drivin in your car, throw

to say It's all about makin' that GTA 'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in

to say It's all about makin' that GTA 'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in

the store Walked in the store and grab some sheeking Cause later on that night a brother went deep in Woke up my sleep by some suckers dope, left on my answer machine

Man He come flyin' out the barrel doin Mach 9 With his fist comin' straight for your spine Never fuck with the Shaggs 'cause it's always tickin' I throw

Yo Jacky, this Keith It's the answering machine I left the keys under the rug There's some meat up in the closet If you goin' throw it out tonight I'

laxitive Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine You gotta find a better way I'll pull your card

word I'm never certain how to spell Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on And throw away my misery It never meant that much to me It never sent a 'Get Well' card