miserable, we stomp them bitches, this is no, joke Goin' overboard, like someone threw us off the boat, choke Puff up all the smoke I'm tryna stay on fire
Jesus identity, mixed with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer regime, ill as you seen, switch Y'all write all that hard
I pass out a vest to wear Yo, the hard wire, startin' barn fires Pullin' mad, so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than O D B Can't smoke
Raise the dead out the realm with a 6 Overwhelmed by the smell of the clips, gun smoke, shots hit We surrounded by Hell and politics, bulletproof or
the way we survive My alter-ego, Five-Hundred Fifty-Five people collide Beneath a ?counter-locks? last like a thousand shots Black Thought, SP side-clout to strut on sidewalk Dip like high drug, spit fire
Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put
'ma fuck with her She knows I treat my bitches like gavana Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin' H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin' Smokin
ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what
's how I do, aight For FUN, Hahahahahah, T.W.IsM. (Shaquille O'Neal) I get deeper then the fire thin Y'all wanna riot? It's like a rifle without the firing
social immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin' to find me a therapist Rapid fire
Ford or a bus Are you bonus, try not to cuz After thinkin' about suicide I'm strong, I'm alive Settin' fire to the "happy home" Doing that zone (haha-ha) Makin' smoke
watch me choke as I blow out a cloud of smoke Hypnotize civilize, got dope hold it though Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac Funk it up, or
I come to Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free I'm not smoking blunts, or looking
in for life, ready to fight, my twins is hype Better get it right, or get dented on sight [Chorus 2X] [Armageddon] I'm just tryin to figure what right, kinda hard
we out) Lay back, enjoy the ride (Smoke on, smoke on) [Verse 3 - Trick Daddy] The only people I know, who don't smoke Is Jesus, C-O, and my last P-O
Daddy Dollars y'all, that's right [Verse 1: Trick] I push 'em daily, smoke 'em dirty, roll 'em heavy baby Dipping corners, pulling bitches in old Chevy's baby Dubs or
could get wrapped and phone tapped My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars And it seems like it's usually the ones thats right by ya Fire