That Bridget is allergic to cherries Then he slowly looks up at her, and now her face is red as hell He's breathing real hard, and movin' closer She
' been the motto, feelin' rich like I won the lotto It's almost like seein' through the eyes of a crack child Dodgin' crisis, three strike system, niggaz trapped
why they upset And always tryin to mix a nigga up in some fuck shit But I'm a killer comin atcha Mr. Scarface Part III, nigga, The Final Chapter He-he
Street 1, 2, Sigel comin' for you 3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your door 5, 6, man, I want those bricks 7, 8, you gon' give up dat weight 9, 10, I'll
know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down Step three in your mission is never easily executed So whatever was part of the original blueprint
like parachutes Windows go rushing by People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet Trapped
out the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked Bustin' at niggas when will it stop? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes
[Royce Da 5'9'] "What?" [Hush] "Knuckle up." [Royce Da 5'9'] "What'd you say?" [Hush] "Hush." [Royce Da 5'9'] "Uh, uh, Royce Nickel Nine." [Hush] "Yeah
been the motto, feelin rich like I won the lotto It's almost like seein through the eyes of a crack child Dodgin crisis, three strike system niggaz trapped
window of my drop top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I see
riddles of hitting switches Singing carols of crimes Shine dimming, spine's itching to snap from backs Parallels are being broke trying to fit into gaps Of infinite traps
(dj paul) Ah yea, We finna get ready to bump that smoked out, loced out, part two, Mystic stylez, 3-6 mafia in da hoe, We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...
the window of my drop top I got my glock cocked bustin' at niggas when will it stop ? Now tell me are you scared of the dark? Can't close my eyes I
