Låttexter:
Smoke Blow Circle Of Fear

my grave it will begin all in good time now see me on my knees circle of fear the show will begin - let's start the circle of fear down by the bad ass

trap niggas and crooks in my huddle they cook and I smuggle got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle so I?m running through them circles, boy I?m looking

I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D Did you really think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key, You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke

on record but that shit ain't raw (ain't raw, ain't raw, ain't raw) It's Playalitical and Bizzy Bone and this here gon' blow (Bone Bone B-Bone Bone B-

a willow bends Toward the blackest hole, to the hole See the film, see the black and whites Circle stationed, stupid to the tape that rolls My soul receives another blow

trap niggas and crooks in my huddle they cook and I smuggle got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle so I?m running through them circles, boy I?m looking

taking what you earn and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They either take what you got or they?re blowing

niggas and crooks in my huddle they cook and I smuggle got twenty pounds of kush in the duffle so I?m running through them circles, boy I?m looking like

believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya