like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like the
like a pen Come on, I need to show it Something too small for a lens If I rub it, if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong, you like
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: Sharpen my body like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing
like a pen Come on I need to show it Something too small for a lense If I rub it if I wipe it Guiding with one single hand Nothing's wrong you like
style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A
of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a
some bullshit Word in the pen the fool was a snitch So without hesitatin' I made a weapon quick Found a sharp piece of metal taped it to a stick Then a
pain Every time I get paid money to Elaine One more and you'll open you eyes to a blacked out range Gunshots, knife attacks Seems like I'm living in a
round, Tryna hustle on the streets to get the right pound. A little youfs getting knifed down, Cos nigger got pissed and brought a knife round, They don't care about a
and a butter knife, It's no fucking lie, I lost Big Lee and it felt like my brother died, Some woulds say I'm a lucky guy, I'm 26, they thought I wouldn
music, I don't do white music I make fight music, for high school kids I put lives at risk, when I drive like this I put wives at risk with a knife like
plants A half a gram of graham crackers and some Van de Kamp's I think I'll eat some Ambiens like they're candied yams Cut a couple cadavers up and have a
decision Its like I'm torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or LP Anything goes when my ink pen flows And God
's like I'm torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or LP Anything goes when my ink pen flows And God only knows where
vile and the nine, keep a smile like that Leave the knife and the gun in the store And ignore temptation sent by the nation Racial gain causes pain, need a
in my tomb Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx I make a joke, hokey pokey, slide by like egg yolk Play me like a punk like Penguin and the Joker Snoopin' in my biz like
