Letras:
Squeeze A Moving Story

Lights on the pier in the evening The fresh sea air and could cut with a knife Such a wonderful feeling She worked in a pub where bands would appear On a

the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a

luck now Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now (This a survival story) Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now (True ghetto story

's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I

dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story

bouncing up and down Now I switch that do, cause I'm off that dro And I make it do round and round Send a bitch a crown, and a bitch a vest So wet

move [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a walking target I'm so far from soft, I'm probably close to the hardest nigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem

m the man, nigga, when I come through dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag of shrooms And a nice suite, room service every five minutes I need a

a Lexus Truck With a white leather interior (I could) I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit Just to make you a fur coat I could love you and