Laylow, laylow singing para siempre for life.
Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive
Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay
Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way
Preaching to the choir though
Twirl and hurl till i undergo
Nothing else matters, as long as i have the answers. come down on the game heavy as a sledge hammer.
Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.
Just picture bruce banner cocking back the hammer,
I got something you've been waiting for
I can hammer it in with nails and set your skull ablaze
Put expressions in their music and create the face
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
I'll fucking slap you with a hammer till you're gelatin
Ferocious vernacular displays after i cock the hammer,
To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter
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