you, have this? Now, I'm about to put Slug in show business, and if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness I hold this inside the chest so big
gats like The Matrix Couple bombs explodin' givin' you and ya crew a face-lift Face it, my inner Ayatollah will blow you a hole as big as the South Pole
reaches out We just chuckle Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals We raise wrong Politics and poverty got us head strong You dead wrong If you think
gun having big fun Come and get some, I leave you wet mon Fill your lead with an infared I put the best to bed, they call him dead fucking fred Shed my
bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin My competition dead