Clap Clap Boom ..
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:07 pm
Felt Like Drioppin Some Gangsta shit .. Well hey. better then nothin.
Look at me i got a mask on my face, the tasks i chase,the macs i make shiit nigga the bullets can last me days
watchit when my .44 make the pow sound, i show towns and make niggaz say we shoudlnt fuck with those clowns
get run up to and jack ya jewelrrey, fuck ya buffonary, fuck the fool in me who you choose to see
who you spose to be? u goin so pale u look like a ghost to me, respect, never regret, so throw up a toast to me
make a name for myself, my shoe closet be the proof of my wealth, championship shit gold nigga thats MY BELT
like world war 1 i still use mustard gas,, bravery? bullshit you can muster that, cant trust a nigga so i trust my gat
evidence you find open caps plus a smokin mac, foolish niggaz should be hopin that we dont come back
step behind me try and find me, hopin a big label would finally sign me, be careful make sure u know where the line be (HAHA)
here i go im goin beserk, pray at church this shit gonna hurt its the end of your last supper, here comes desert YA DIGG?
massacred ya family, ya house looks like wartorn lebanon heavens gone so you feel forlorn, i gave u one killing but u asked for four more
keep my hands close to the mace, ya hunnys in a comatose that i made, his ghost starts to fade, coz just like space, i left black holes in his face!!
Look at me i got a mask on my face, the tasks i chase,the macs i make shiit nigga the bullets can last me days
watchit when my .44 make the pow sound, i show towns and make niggaz say we shoudlnt fuck with those clowns
get run up to and jack ya jewelrrey, fuck ya buffonary, fuck the fool in me who you choose to see
who you spose to be? u goin so pale u look like a ghost to me, respect, never regret, so throw up a toast to me
make a name for myself, my shoe closet be the proof of my wealth, championship shit gold nigga thats MY BELT
like world war 1 i still use mustard gas,, bravery? bullshit you can muster that, cant trust a nigga so i trust my gat
evidence you find open caps plus a smokin mac, foolish niggaz should be hopin that we dont come back
step behind me try and find me, hopin a big label would finally sign me, be careful make sure u know where the line be (HAHA)
here i go im goin beserk, pray at church this shit gonna hurt its the end of your last supper, here comes desert YA DIGG?
massacred ya family, ya house looks like wartorn lebanon heavens gone so you feel forlorn, i gave u one killing but u asked for four more
keep my hands close to the mace, ya hunnys in a comatose that i made, his ghost starts to fade, coz just like space, i left black holes in his face!!