Peru, uncut baby, what? Fuck you Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty
out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what? Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
them, silently, violently, that's not me Quietly, you'll never know I'm in your blood stream Swimming, I been injected, now you're infected And when you find me here it will be worse than you
' hold ya Now you C-walkin', talkin' 'bout you need a soldier I send this missile in yam I destroy an' dismantle it J-Ro in this bitch an' you know I'
pistol is a sex machine guns yo (sex machine) bust it i got another gun (what) i keep it in my briefcase it keeps me safe at my workplace cubicle gangster who's in need
, Chevy Pistol clip and pistol, that's all I rap about It's my pistol clip and pistol, pistol clip and pistol Pistol clip and pistol, that's all I rap
soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you
checks you kept I can stretch, that is awful, But I suggest you get it even if an address given, sex in a brothel All that money must have left you lazy Guess you
supply what the fiends shooting Front's is needed, I was once young and anemic 'Till I found a few players to team with When the song come on hands in
heard Latex Safe sex You better learn to get hip to the facts Before you be yacko End up in a box on your back Sometimes ya axed me what you wanted Get
the deen Three for the angels, four for the alamin Somewhere between totally obscene And perfectly clean, got a Babylon feelin' Wounds that need healin', truth need revealin' Hands need
look down Cause you see no need to touch foot to the ground Sex, drugs, rock and rolled up Them older boys got you thinking that you growed up Spent the
you're ten years young If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you Just
silk skin, wet panties and lace, the Fabric of love, the thrill of the chase Blunted, lovin the highway, spinnin in place My hands are Sex Pistols, strapped
powerful shit in my trunk want me to use it? I grabbed that shit, cocked it now talk like you're silly! If you needed some release would I fuck with you
Ya...Ladies I'm Back Got What You Need...Got You Ready I Want You To Fluff My Pillow For Me I'm out wandering, watching while you're looking bored Rappable