I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
Shooting hoop's like shaquille o'neal & real hit'em up with steel..
Im going on a shooting spree
They say nothings ever free
Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples
Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,
Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots
Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,
Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops
Back when we was shooting up cops
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Just give me a carrot gun
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