One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fia...
Yo my fault man, my fault
One of the few dogs that pulled through the Mike Vick fiasco
Heart of a lion with the strength, straight outta Glasgow
Pudzianowski, known to let the guns loose
Everybody smoking cigarettes in jump suits
Kosovo to the basement of your building
, gold in every filling
bet they let you bring the crills in(?)
No English, kill mad kitchen knives concealed in
The staircase is where we earn the
The lawsuits on the fine flesh feeding the fiend
Light Caesar-covered skull
Eyes are like the ocean blue
Stay fly, rock Elvis, thatâs emotional
Nice shirt, crazy hat, mean jacket
Orange drugs
if youâre reppinâ for the team clappinâ
With the capillaries, big gun,
Tackleberry
Tell the preacher at the chapel get the casket ready
Two sevenâs hit the third one on the river
Chicken liver dinner have your Jewish mother
sitting shiva
âCause the kid was a putz
Hit the clutch, spin the tires âtil they smoke disappear into the dust, uh
Dive in the muff break the pussy like an
Asian cookie
You the type to shave your face to make your anus bushy
Tie a knot in your shirt right by your stomach
You make me wanna vomit, steady getting blunted
The diesel sweet and sour, the blunt vanilla
Twist it to perfection, gentle hands, still a guerrilla
â97 Dâelegance
The Pelican Brief, you rapping with irrelevance
Hard to kill, call me Mason Storm
Your basic elevate my skills to the type of shit that Gracieâs on
Omaplata,
guard your nose, Haloti Ngata
seldom sipping Stoli Vodka
Making maneuvers for myself out on a late night
The year been great right? Trying to get the plate right
âCause Iâm a hunter like a great white
And a performer, never stage fright
Iâm outta Flushing, Queens
Shoot your gun if you love the smell of money
Love the taste of good weed, vintage in your tummy
Love a bitch with good puss digginâ in her bunny
Peace to gettinâ money, peace to gettinâ money
Yeah, Flushing, Queens. Outdoorsmen shit
Yeah, Action Statik Selektah shit