Put a eighth on lay away
She do everything i say
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate
First i have potential, now i got them answers
What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,
Feels like a demon but its not its just uneven that this guy walks out eaten
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother
A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack
Who walks down the strees thinking its cool to sag
I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse
She walks a few blocks, and arrives at robs house
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