Letras:
Threat Get Ghost

[Threat] Who is this at my do'? It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo' They must be lookin for John Doe Well anyway, motherfucker here I go So catch me

slang bang to wax, words that's visual Too digital for y'all common street criminals Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals? We can get off the mic, and get

up Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta

wit ya nigga, I came to shut it down Ski mask and four pound Baby, grenades, we deep like baby parades D-Block I'm gon sharpen ya blades Let's get it

drama The dawn is gone, it's more tinted On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless

for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap Barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get

get stepped upon Nigga, uh oh I think they're playin' our song Lit blunts clan in da front, sayin', "It's on" Try to wu hate, duck, you could suck my Watch the block get

' cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers Whatever hot hard heads get shattered

vision? Cool; let me give you a little jewel Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin SCREWS Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit