ah hah i might gotta take my shirt off i like that one yo uh it s task force tuesday the narcs is in the black car i got five hundred hundred packs in my backyard clear twelve twelve s that look like stuff shells i m cuttin niggas throats on the sails while they puff l s don t leave nothin unbagged shave everything i learned from the o g s to save everything they come by one more time they gon hop out they two deep and one is a bitch she gettin knocked out then i can get rid of the pack but i just copped this pretty chrome thing so i m dippin with that uh down shiftin on em like i got gears on me besides that i got about 5 years on me scared to death runnin like i got bears on me my timb s start feelin like they nike air s on me it s hard for me to slow down it s like i m on the through way my belt s in the crib on the floor by my two way now i m tryin hold my hammer up and my pants too if they don t kill me they gon give me a number i can t do rather it be the streets then jail where i die at and i m asthmatic so i m lookin for somewhere to hide at but they too close and i got this new toast magine if i would of let off a shot or two you know what i gotta do baby i hear you knocking at my door i look baby i hear you knocking at my door i look baby i hear you knocking at my door i look