right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke iron coat rife him
as calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes
sweatin' through his valor Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck, he had shores Sammy eagerly rode up on him Taxi off the Turkey with the joint on him Flower look his
calm as possible, make the deal go through If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do Please make yo' killings clean, slugs up in between they eyes,
I am, goddamn They pushed that rapper in front of the train Took him to the doctor sewed his arm on again Stabbed that rapper right in his heart Gave him
to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like
him, I'ma get in the rhythm And have him feeling like he never ever felt before Get up in him and I fill him with venom And have him chillin' and drilling
who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I'm out that muthafucka with about 4
can see it in your eyes, you worried sick an' I'm chillin' Tell your family to fuck off an' roll with this villain Do you like negros Him an' those
strip him down leave him in his briefs Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf Made the priest flip change his whole belief Started
me count the ways that I can repent Trying to stay holy and focused But that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga Too bogus that be my motive 4 murder
'm unstopable, dropable Keep my eyes on the obstacle Itty bitty bang bang Motherfucker to the head Leave him dead Pain't a picture red Cause he's hard Leave him
his mouth I'll ride ya, dodge ya and slide ya to your death with no regrets I touch his neck, his pulse is gone I shuts him down, I shuts him down, I
his turf I wanted to talk to him but that shit'd never work We was cut from the same cloth And what was under his shirt was his momma's rent His young
Only God feel the pain and only he can really see Through the eyes of a child A baby born wild Gangsta shit flow through his blood and no one had to show him
in his head for snatchin Reeboks Cut the dreadlocks, son, I rock the bald Caeser Allow God to slip through the shit more easier Police pulsated that
me and my homies The Dogg Pound would rock overseas, immense degrees No bitch niggas in the circle Beat a nigga in his face till his fuckin eyes turn
Oh, he taught me to love him And called me his flower That was blooming to cheer him Through life's dreary hour. Oh, I long to see him And regret the