I can't feel my fucking face!
(I can't feel my face, bitch)
Louisiana live wire new Orleans night mare, got these nigga's scared, they growin' white hair. I'm from the swamp lil mud on my Nike airs, stomp in your face lil blood on my Nike airs, stomp in your face till your face says Nike air, I'm wit my pack, and we attack like bears. and we can go anywhere, like air. Motherfuckin' temper shiftin like bike
Head high got the world on my back they told me I can turn around, but never look down they told me if I shoot the ak, I better aim down, they say even a train collision produces the same sound I said, wow! and I went and got two two, so you better be listenin' for that choo choo
Soowoo!
I ain't really the nigga you gon really wanna front on, I put your whole life on your front lawn, common, stunt on some shit dat nut on, gun on, [i can drive the whip and
work the tooly whop
Verse 2: (Juelz Santana)
Big city terrorizers, you can bet some dollars, (boy)
my guns touch kids like pedafilers,
I stretch your mouth I'm the excersizor
deep red
(red) they scramble nigga's hope you eat eggs.
onefiftyfirst bitch!