Put a bullet in your face son leave you dead in the slums number 1 hitter you never even seen my gun all you see is sand dust floating…

Sunday morning late night I light the mission path be clear immortal engines running off beer

I had to be violent you didn’t listen so now I got the pistol out tripping suckers and victims

Bodies get cut up in foul order ship them to the border shooting everything that runs like Terry Porter

Master plan of G’s motivate the thieves I crept along with ease I concentrate on cheese dollars in the breeze

I’ma run up and leave your shell leaking creep up catch you blinking

Features from past ancients I left your crew inside a vacant I sent money starved Jamaicans anybody left was over taken

Criminally crafted the weapons are automatic sifted by the fate of the pistol controlling the whistle dodging homicide officials

Candles burn when I’m falling asl… I be dosing off when reality creep… In my orbit, I’m running through… ones for the money, the other for… We grew up drinking wild moonshine

Money is the reason that you stepped up money is the reason that you locked up money got the whole block shot up

Pick apart the game standoffs gun exchange dope came off the boat and G’s went insane

Money moves along I aint doing wrong Cheech and Chong smoke when I write the vision like a bong

I never found sense in this world and it’s all good never think about that keep it all… smoke them zig zag wraps ya burn them backwoods

Bundles to grab bury the stash war is fatal in Bagdad missile cases

Tower play for money and power with no delay draw from the water I grab the Ak