oh my god.oh my god! ah ah ah aowww!
closing down the sector supreme neck protector
better warn 'em kid mr. method boiling pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure
too many wanna be hard be easy
going all out together it don't take much to please me
still homes i'm never satisfied like the stones
we don't condone biting see them selling crossbones
protecting what am writing don't clash with the titan
who blast with a licence to kill rap reciting
in the zone with ya nigga from the group home
tical!.put your lights out
got the shit the cracking got you fiendin with your pipes out
where i used to battle crews
back when antoinette had that attitude
got us busting off these pistols
my niggas got issues.again
blow you out the frame and i'm gone. i was gone too but we roam
doc-meth back in the flesh
don't condone spent bank loans and homegrown
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost
three nines and a glove with mad soul d-die in the car
got the cable hooked up. all channels
you ship off keys and we ship grand pianos. sawed off shotgun
bust my gun and red and meth didn't jump