[Verse 1]
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates
Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the pay back simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my locs is gone away
Many clips and 24 riches, packed
But really, who got my back
Bang, now that them blocks done hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the old days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush
And make me sicker than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause fool
It's EBK everyday all day to the day I die
I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR-15
Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise
That fool that you can't see just cuz of these Glocks to locs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat with a mac
With a mac 10 in my lap and a fat sack of that chronic
Loaded up that clip cause I seen some fools wit a fo-fifth
So I let 'em have it, ounces of OE 4-0 no doze Indonesian split
And a 9 millimeter for da fool that'll dump and pump and put em in a ditch
And put em in a grave with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Then bounce to that ounce in a lac wit a mac and a fat fat sack of dat indo hit
I'm sicker than sick them fools you gotta admit
When I grab my clip you either gone or get caught with a hot one
Fool rest in piasssss
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates
Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the pay back simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my locs is gone away
Many clips and 24 riches, packed
But really, who got my back
Bang, now that them blocks done hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the old days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush
And make me sicker than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause fool
It's EBK everyday all day to the day I die
I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR-15
Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise
That fool that you can't see just cuz of these Glocks to locs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat with a mac
With a mac 10 in my lap and a fat sack of that chronic
Loaded up that clip cause I seen some fools wit a fo-fifth
So I let 'em have it, ounces of OE 4-0 no doze Indonesian split
And a 9 millimeter for da fool that'll dump and pump and put em in a ditch
And put em in a grave with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Then bounce to that ounce in a lac wit a mac and a fat fat sack of dat indo hit
I'm sicker than sick them fools you gotta admit
When I grab my clip you either gone or get caught with a hot one
Fool rest in piasssss
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