Knocked out in the lunch in
What up girl, tell me how you been
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac
Life's a canyon and we trip into the chasm
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
In the foreground while i'm in the
Now hey little mama
The pain stains the brain with delays in
In a collision, i see their ambition
Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
Could you tell me where to go? i need direction
Like the pyramids primitive appearing in
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