ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
in these tight pants until the buck spray
this bone thugs-n-harmony
say shorty got that mossberg
man the gun so big it'll blow a nigga brain into crosswords
little niggy had to run swerve
it's that's soft shores 'cause the god damn converse
chicken dippin' like it's tossed served
but those lost words be the same but i saw worse
i let it thaw thristin' at y'al'
never get an egotistical without a flaw
standing there with no one beside ya like guards
don't be afraid of steven
i'll let big boy hit you with a cig
i'm like siegfried with that vulture breathin'
and that culture need 'em
i'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em
when i all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter
i give you another banger
i give you another heater
the gun on the album cover
i'm one of the tower brothers
the michael of our brother
the cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers
it wouldn't touch a nigga money
with out no title you mother fuckers
i'm about to pull the musket out
and let it off in this mother fucker
you niggas soft in this mother fucker
bet the industry just tossed you out
you all slaves on the label
little god damn cock suckers
y'all livin' off show money
get paid every first of the month
it'll be from the grave at the crossroads
when i look at my sons say