It's December 09, 2019, 10:06:11 PM
"Comin off that high it's that devil _ _ _ _ rapped around some funk in the trunkI got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punkAnd when that siccness hits I'm like a new stageWatch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the graveTwelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big DanWe bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street When I got the milli pictured in my head Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain On that insane tip E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tankMy nine on the side going Both ways, Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways"_ _ _ _
no one got mine
nationwide rip rydaz........he's nasty and funky_ _ r _ / _ i _ e _ _ e
Lord Finesse
bigggie
"See ma you runnin me away with ya waysGot me leavin and not comin home til the next dayAnd I ain't never comin back to the house til I get some respectOr I'ma be up in jail for breakin ya neckI done tried to hard just to make things workAnd arguments go too far til ya feelings get hurtThey got me packin my bags but you don't want me to goNow I'm off to the next braud but I ain't feelin this hoe"_ _ a _ _ _ _ _ e a _
Hes equipped with cigarillose _ _ _ p _ o