her? I want to be saved I'm crossin' up niggas and bitches and even snitches just for my riches Captain save a hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol' shit I gives a damn as long
that I touch he feel And don't let him trust no snakes, that's real Chorus [Kastro - Verse 3] It's cold outside in the middle of the summer Days fly
your cigarette Fuck that phone call, motherfucker I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days I'll pay these bitches back in spades Punk ass bastards, long
down Five rounds Well I'll kill for self greed Caught self defeat eternal death inside out you rot Take a life, give a life, you the oldest one Please Lord nigga don't cry now Don't snitch
Locked up in a cage, with no sun for days Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark days They say, that sixty grams'll get you two for six
[Talking:] Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet
see me snitch Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick I did dirt through my days but hid my work Even
keepin in touch We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight Long nights in
steady pace In a chase, I'm bookin', cookin' feet don't fail me 5-0's can't see me, catch me to jail me Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers Snitches
large And to use the fone it be a long line But I just whup oneofdez wannabes down b4 they fone time 'Cuz I'ma be here a lot more days And ain't nothin
affair [Bun B] Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's Where niggas'll fuck you out cho' money, yo mind, yo keys From the days of Pugh boys
everyone have a swim have a drink and then dance the night away But for now heA's working at a dump spends his days collecting peoples junk but not for long
first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause
me when I first pulled the trigga You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember? I headed by your mama house, for a couple of days
retaliation, murder, get back I'm in the world on my own I will roam I gotta stay strong My motto "you fuck with us, you fucking get domed" Two days
scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long
't me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious