really give a damn wha ya think when im on the brink to extinct to fringe off the end of sin
some types brethren within to stipulatin ends n collect no plex but forget this is the great texas
where ya clip from a tec in haters chest slugs jumpin from the breathe
where we decapitate extract the organs fro the ribcage to the intestines craze
gimme that pay for these get sprayed we dont play in the lone star state
escape we crucify a stage spittin pain no happy grace just frowns to extract from our phrase
release my stress cause im never blessed in this life's show nope cant cope
so ill call up the devil lock em in a scope m.o.e. where we murder mo murder mo flee from laws from these fo's
fuck em tryin talk plottin to drop but fuck yall even if one my own gotta fall holdin my own
now i feel i wanna change names maybe switch identities holdin me in commecary for my coincidental sanctity
for your literaries locked away in greed from your eyes can see your jealousy
fuck in these means code of the streets never snitch out fam to the police g
hope ya bite the piece from my bright n die n get slain for tryin put us away in the ghetto full shame
dont make my aim release my anger keepin one in the chamber watch ya back
i expose the fakes in this crooked game claimin live a thug life ya aint right
dont disrespect the stop sign makin paper evertime even at night under the limelight
adhered to smite them fakes trying recycle the troubles hard times in the hood crossin the line
standin cold cant repent wanna collect transact my ends cant mend this click to you irreconsilable fact
no concept dont commence cant resist do anything you can to get rich even bust on a trick gettin a lick
know not nice but a cold killa do the murder fo tha price hustle these quarta's nicks n dimes till i get rich n die
affix ya narcin mind right cause we dispose those xeroxin our hard times soundin like nursery rhymes[snitch]
