Strikin' through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt rippin' the label off the 4-0...based on the fact I
me Crash dummy, your careers defected And you ain't sold a record last time I checked it You just keep knockin', I feel disrespected Now your neck got disconnected by the Lynch Hung
[Verse 1:] I mix it with a bit of bakin soda, In this crack sack in the back pack before I make em older, I put em in the game, nigga imma franchise
Been a hard road Still walking this walk you know From over there to over here (still smokin') And its nuthin'.. [Verse 1] I went from selling dope
[Chorus x2] DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE (fuck it....psychological) [verse one] Siccmade music
up man? [Lynch] Whats that? Its that prozac [Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that? Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys [Lynch
Hey, Yeah Come here, Wussup Let me tell you something, Humm? Do me this favor, What favor? I want you to take care of my kids for me I'll be right back
