candlelight

fuck with me it's going to be a candlelight

fuck with me your homies gonna have a candlelight

100 remy bottles at the candlelight

baby-mommas cryin' at the candlelight

armor

piercing ammunition

luggies

these two two three's we spittin'

karma will catch up with' yo past

lamas'll split yo house in half

blast first ask questions later

black hearse

closed caskets

caravans

funeral task

drive slow

not fast

lights on in the daylight

it was on in sinight

3 to the dome at the stop sign

a week ago at midnight

rewind

momma on the street fallin' out

beating on the ground screaming shout

daddy in the half-way house

on his way home

gettin' out

an eye for an eye

a tooth for a tooth

name tagged on the wall; no truce

bulletproof

can't be caught loose- slippin'

slippery at the tongue

it was all over a bitch when it's said and done

fuck with me it's going to be a candlelight

fuck with me your homies gonna have a candlelight

100 remy bottles at the candlelight

baby-mommas cryin' at the candlelight

they'll sneak ya

pull up on the side of you and leak ya

turn your vehicle into a shootin' range

let them guns bark like some great-danes

ulterior motives and hidden agendas

never know who you sitting down and having dinner with

these smirky muthafuckas ain't shit

and these rabbit ass bitches will do anything for some dick

i was taught by the og's

lace me mane

when i was nine years old a student of the game

used to be the lookout kid when them boys came

hide your bundles" -that's what i used to scream