Lil’ Secret Twiztid (Ft. Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Violent J)

Here go a message to you ho
Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit
You don't suppose
That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret
Here go a message to you ho
Too many thugs spittin' that so called game but that ain't G shit
And I suppose
That everybody ain't a G but we just gon' keep that our lil' secret

[Violent J]
You don't need to know the hydro I grow
Many trips back and forth to the liquor store
I can't cope, I'm an old ass pimp
Camel clutch your ass back, bend your spine like shrimp
I'm a juggler even though I can't juggle shit
I blow blunts in airplanes while you smuggle shit
The secret's out, I live life like a ruler
Yet still quick to stab your ass like Abdula

[Blaze aka Colton Grundy]
What's up I'm Colton Grundy, G from the flo' up
Ask anybody I battle they got tore up
I show up dressed to impress, bow tie
With a watermelon blunt, back to the mat for shut-eye
Why must I chase the cat
Cause when it come to the hoodrats I been in and up and outta that
Dead ass G, comin' from the D-E-T
And all you ho's ain't down with me