! [unlisted guest] 7th Ward niggaz come with two hardheads One called a dome, one at my {?} edge Keep in my pants but when you dance like dat You make my second
threatens man Other hand, everyone fake god Light, neofight, spit On the cross from a pit And I look And I behold a pale horse Forty-Second degree, mind
, pants off my ass, hat tilt over, The same in the winter, blade under the skully, I'm hotter then the phone booth outside of the deli, [Part 7:] You
zag cause I got expired tags I'm just tryin' to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad Dippin' in the old school 6-7 rag Either I'm a throw out the mag or
But if I crack em open-if they're see through, I'll breeze through Adversaries that's even tinted. I've got a penance for pennants So if you dirty seconds