I come home every night ya brother didn't I guess we different
Got a cup full of ice while I was sipping they caught him slipping
Low down grimy dirty mother f*ckers
Spinning with that iron on ya block load the Glock
The morticians wondering when if we'll ever get tired I'm a survivor orange bean on a glock 18 show em the eye of the tiger pussy ass nigga run into this fire I planted the bomb and trashed the pliers heroin vials shoved inside her if you want to know death im an insider so many bodies got flipped wait one second ya bitch wants to take a flick