on PCP and cilantro
respect the man checking in wreckin’ land
imagine murder millenniums within a five second span
i yell out through my full reign and strike slayin’/
hit me hard, i’m seein stars/
“No one ever thought to ask what our lives were really like.”
werd to who made ya/
i’m a rude bitch nigga, what are you made up of?
ima eat your food up 2
i could bust your eight, ima do one too, fuck ya gon’ do?
i finally made one… :D
when the pimp’s in the crib ma
drop it like it’s haawt/ drop it like it’s haawt/ drop it like it’s haawt