Woorden:
At All Cost It Burns Black

in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo', bitch is my bitch when it

the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the galleria, plaza, chesterfield Rollin down handly hills In a black sedan and ville I used to love it

streets are bumpy, lights burned out Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths Old school buddies not doing it right Every day it's the same And it

shit get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These niggas

you talkin' 'bout, nigga, you see a baller Fuck that bullshit, nigga, 'cuz I'm a baller I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a baller Hollow take what? Y'all

the play dough from way back in the day yo they know I put it down pocket full of stones got ya sewing up the town been at it since the 90's in the ghetto

platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all

Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand" She said, "That ain't enough" Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb

together Oh Ooh she dont wanna do it less we do it all night neva blue it would hurt my love dont it look gangsta tuxedo all black n her dress all white