Random Violence

[Jimmy Cash2120]

parked at the spot, block feelin hot
bring the beef to a boil, fire up the pot
keep weapons in the linen if you wanna keep livin
hands together but some sins aren’t forgivin
me and my boy, blazin a dub
lay back in the cut, burnin the bud
then some drunk punks start to pop shit
they walk up to the car, hands in pockets
my windows down but the doors are locked
I got a club by my side and a blade to pop
I knew this dude, he thought he was tough
he was drunk off his ass tryin to act up
some words were said and he lost his head
dude just hatin cuz I got bigger bread
he reached in the car and grabbed my jacket
I popped the blade and cut the fingers of the fagget
but he still held on standing by my side
I just grabbed the wheel and threw it into drive
I’m alive tonight but tomorrow I die