inf beams
flatbush zombies
money can't buy happiness
got work in them kitchen cabinets
basking in the ambience while i'm on the ambien
failing with the sentencing
and his tongue be his weaponry
i'll blow a nigga's brain
mind frame on the damn back seat of his bentley
that's why i'm in leopard print every day
you ain't 'bout that life
so it's best you never try
that's 'cause i already died
cut the check and count them pies
cut the check and count them pies
man - she'll probably lick my eyeballs
couldn't afford a silencer
couldn't afford a silencer
couldn't afford a silencer
couldn't afford a silencer
mixed with some chocolope
that super-duper stinky flow
catchin' wreck in your confession
and the ma'fuckin' weapons
i've only been around for a second
put the biscuit straight to your bitch lips
my.44's my bulldog - my dog shoots niggas' ears off
my full mask and my ak - tear a nigga out his chevrolet
just for the litte-ass bitch in you
two shots for my niggas on the block
and i ain't gotta see 'em hot
bumpin' tupac. i am the one to follow
all in all i'm all for the onslaught of all of y'all
awful that i must perform a holocaust
and offer off the souls of those to get a simple point across
a cross cannot deport ya from the torture or this scorcher
you will not refuse this offer
sign the dotted line with blood
you will not refuse this offer
sign the dotted line with blood
you will not refuse this offer