psychopathic ninjas on this track Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue blockers A Bruce Lee one inch
(Oh shit!), so go get your strap Watch your head, I break wit wit G's, Muslims, hardheads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskatin on them 20 inch tyres
me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister All hopped in the car We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall My mom
, at least 12 inches With the tipped cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state ??? Throw ya ?? on the head
on the mother f**kn floor just another day in the life of a sycho.. (brotha lynch) drinking while im sitting in the room with the lights off voices in my head
Heeeeey What's happenin, y'all? This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby [number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant
Whats the outcome of this roller coast Drive by and retaliation glock infrared We screw up on it by an inch and hit the babies head The babies dead an
Santana:] As I Sit Back Relaxed Wit shawty Head In My Lap In The Back Of The Bentley Gettin Head in The Back(You Know) And She Don't Gotta Head Full
(intro) Geah Check it out C'mon, c'mon, hey C'mon, uh I said c'mon, hey (half ounce in the house) We're smooth on the west side (check it out) Nigga hoes
comin' through with a chick like that Sticky spit like that, what? What? What? Nine inches, hoe, we packin' dick like that Six on the dice, we rollin' licks like that Half
saints 10's for my friends, 15's for my foes Sterrin' wheel, hella drill man, this thangs a half a mill Just to see chicken' head now, tell me what
pill, I take off like a Thundercat 9 carat stone with tha platinum all up under dat AK/47 chrome ye ain't gon want nun of dat Louie bag summer sack half
As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck I thrust my cold steel into your face, you're closer to death A twelve inch blade will help decide
Must be a cold front coming Cause I saw the eastbound C&O And the coal cars were dusted with a half inch of snow And that boy'll drive me crazy Don't
'mon Bump dat, niggas try to stunt on my click Then when I get on that shit I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg No shell in the head
and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away
four and a half like preschoolers Now we in the middle of old like hula hoopers Crown Vic's fuller that - we stay troopers Aviator lens Drop head coop Let your head
whole outfit And a new fitted cap that I ain't wore out yet (Check, check, check) And I'm beamin' Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch Zenith