all the weed smoke bustin' my lungs
with the 8 dollar bottle only trustin' my gun
you would think i was born in the pot
put ya' brain in the dirt
so if ya' catholic get ya' rosary
muslims get ya' thicker beads
i like to pray when i'm high
the blunt is my prayer rug
but i'm harder than the cops in the prison
and i'm glad that the l.o.x. made it
gun on my waist while i get intoxicated
you would be surprised all the drugs that i operated
we got beef you cooperatin'
ghost cause' i'm outta this world
i blow the large intestine right outta ya girl
if i'm lookin' in the sky i'm tryin' to find a cloud to creep in
come back when it rain again
you could get my drift on
understand my science then i'ma spit the pain again
you can't sing with' angels
i'm as loud as the gat that i'm squeezing
told you i'm the lord of the slums
it ain't nothing like the comin' of christ
you wanna roll and i'ma leave a hole you ain't numbin' with ice
you'll never get a colder war
guaranteed i'm foldin' y'all
yeah i'ma tell you my name
it's so deep that i'ma tell you my game
i wanna kill the world and bouncin' is my remedy
p will go to war if i ain't got a ounce of energy
you could look in my eyes and see where the hunger be
but what make this shit bad
niggas don't want me to flip
a couple years ago when i learned how a few grand feel
so i'm askin' where the matches at
and if you can't answer that
where the fuck you want p to put the casket at?