They don't play with them 'cause we don't play at all We lay the law hell I'm taping off when niggas break you off I'm strapping off Ain't no taking losses we gonna take it there Double fisting get there up on niggas am gonna blaze a pair We run the street checking with the team it ain't safe out here Touching killer city more like hey get that k out there Fuck it all fuck baby hands I just fucked a homie bitch Body never set the time, just like the way they roll it here Boy you been aloft again, know they know what load you in I can't hold your hand, you better blow your blam Watch how I yoke the lamb I got the codes as clam And if 40 jam up cock back, better blow again Boy you been aloft again, know they know what load you in I can't hold your hand, you better blow your blam Watch how I yoke the lamb I got the codes as clam And if 40 jam up cock back, better blow again It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like want stripper It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like want stripper It's a hundred for sad song, they want like 750 for the pole My little dog just hit me and he needed 750 for the pole Gt with the 63 ok that's 750 shit ooh I spin a drip penny on a toss, I make a bitch gimme what she owes I am in a deep weather on the beat you know it's hella shit on this flow Wrist wear going back 'cause I'm getting hella shit on my dough He got his DVD last week blood I can tell that this nigga going broke But he froze up on a drill when I try to tell you niggas on a low Keep the dough locked in dove spot I got the Fed's chop and the love seat If you do not stop for your gang members, you don't love me You never frontline a gang war, how are you above me I am who they call when it gets funky Even I tell you the one brunny man Nigga crash dummy, just wreck the suckers lucky Get a nigga wack no cap fuck up in sterling Had a double back in a double cabin nigga you know I will fuck at the mud See the little nigga that we robbing you know they be doing his doggy It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like we want stripper It's a hundred for sad song, we are not sending threat through a phone It's hella shot in this slum, it's hella shot when he talk It got hella kapua ooh nigga You one of them broke niggas that be sticking down then turn around And tryna be a runner like we want stripper

Standing by the blinds Above the city lights A junkie for your touch Dressing up for the night The winter sky is clear Passing faceless silhouettes Counting wasted years Like burnt out cigarettes Where are you now? I have to carry the cross Where are you now? You're the greatest loss Falling like a flake In a snowstorm ball Where every little shake Makes a blizzard of it all Where are you now? I have to carry the cross Where are you now? You're the greatest loss