get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass home One punk came and went Had
I put your whole clique in the air Baby, so quit playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em And have his MIA like Nick Saban His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen Hard
and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
they want! ["With these rhymes that are classic"] So tell 'em who it is! Classified ["Starvin MC"] ["It's, it's hard to explain"] ["Hard, hard"] ["They
ass and run Tryin to catch a case for fun Bussin at the po-po high off weed speed and coacoa Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo-fo (4-4) [Proof
, yeah Trunks pop, trunks pop, trunks pop Tops drop, tops drop, tops drop [Fat Pat] Now what's up H-Town, cause we know that they feel us Three wheeler 4
a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song
Verse 3: Kilo] Thinking I won't bust you Don't luck your punk Glad ta get your body stunk As I creep wid a rowdy clik Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk
time with thoughts of fuckin you, on my mind You say it's fine, I find it rather odd Leave me with my dick mad hard, mentally scarred Poppin that shit
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off
want! ["With these rhymes that are classic"] So tell 'em who it is! Classified ["Starvin MC"] ["It's, it's hard to explain"] ["Hard, hard"] ["They're
] Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you bitches cry Triple bitches talkin shit, fuck you hoes are gonna die Playaz comin harder won't bothered by
