Woorden:
Dead Stop Walk The Line

I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley

I'm in the Enzo Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowin' up They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man I spray the AR, make your whole click break dance Backspin, headspin, flat-line, you're dead

was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines

been tryin ta eat me Im exhausted and my body sleepy, But at lest its hard to rest Im a nervous reck, I walk with stress I used to walk around with a

, boy And when you gon' get it in your brain The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin

all the fights and shit If I woulda brought Compton, they'd prolly squeal 'Cause half these rappers dead broke like Derick fo' real If you cross the line

from the Essex and the East London boarder line villans never sleep they mastermind in all sorts of crimes, be wide awake just like your snorting lines

and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead four, fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin', nigga don't trip Stoned is the way of my walk In a

stop, no They had me standing on the front line They had me standing on the front line They had me standing on the front line But now I stand at the back of the line