Here we go Say this is freestyle flow from the penitentiary SP on lock from the greed and jealousy I'ma pay back soon, momma don't cry Stay strong no matter what, even if I die I hold it down, and still got more trees than Christmas I'ma try to freestyle for about ninety-three minutes In the days as a youngster at the Quick Snap It was me, Pity Pat and his younger bother Black Tio, Crooked, Pluck, Carrie, Mushey Lil' Anthony, Craig, and my nigga Abrae Berry stealing cars and Raymond started smokin' Five-O's raided houses like they playin' for Oakland Jump out boys tryin' to catch Mr. Coy Cause I got more bricks in the wall than Pink Floyd We looked up to drug dealers, growing up fast I lost an ounce down the sink cause I use the wrong glass Fuck pickle jars and mayonnaise too I bought a pyrex at the U of H school I acted like a student, they tried to make me prove it Mexicans in college, son are you stupid? Stupid is what stupid does, then they all just looked at us Finally they sold them to me, I went home and cooked it up Rockafella a cappella I could just go on for eva Make you sound softer than a muthafuckin' golfer sweater Spray that bam on my leather Like girls spray perfume on a letter SPM hard as ever, c'mon yall all together Cali back to Harlingen, theres no need for arguing I'm the hardest on this mic, ma'an they know what is happenin' uh ma'anTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
