Originally Posted by
J.T.S.
I can phill it in the air in too deep despair revolvers cocked as we hit the block
punch the clock fiends flock blood money copped bizzare as Brazilian gangsters with thoughts to shank ya chest open the vets spoken
heavy barrels smoking over who brought the coke in we broke in drug houses with dime bitches in blouses who want to arouse us
but too bad were robbing blood flows in
gallons extorting like mafia on the low
crystal meth hoes light up during the murder show no telling or shots hit melons bodies smelling hold your noses then we send roses to where the buried foes is invincible fury I'm Voorhees masked face blast fate as you smash mate eat carrot cake and use tarrot cards
styles bizzare handle Iverson like Clyde I'm. gliding in alert your insiders about us outsiders
body lighters leaving parks Smokey many quote me like bible scriptures heavy gun lifters
move with cannon in Camden knots landing
death famine outstanding yet outlandish
magic like Orlando a legacy of damage
handed weapons to bandits to rob banks
high rank I go hard in the paint