Walk up in your spot and watch me turn it to a grave Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave Every day, every chance I get, I take, on the stage In my grave, either way I'm gettin' paid Humans like to speak on me and put a smile up on my face Ear to ear, I'm who they fear, they know I bloody up the place Grip that pistol with precision, Anna Nicole, yeah, all my bitches dead, dead Make 'em feel me "Ooh, ooh," weapon singin' Bucket, kick it, fuck it I'll rip it, got no time to show no sympathy Men in Black, thе beam, except I want him to rеmember me Marching to a different beat, the death is in the infantry I'm spittin' like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit This old CD on my hit list, I don't stop until I hit Them .46's on me flip and now everybody my victim Saw him hiding, then I ripped him, I'm trippin', I need to simmer down Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound
Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that-Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
