The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living
Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
She was lucky, so was her brother
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class
Baby, you know who you are
Your sort of like my sister,
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner
I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/
Life’s a bitch and i feel her
I came back and the fuckers killed brother
Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever
I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better
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