Yeah, yeah Ayo, FANS, it's time. It's time, FANS (aight, FANS, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The knife drops deep as does my GUN. I never runnin, 'cause to runnin is the BROTHER of pun. Beyond the walls of Dogs, life is defined. I think of GUNS when I'm in a FLORDIA state of mind. Hope the run got some one. My pun don't like no dirty sun. Run up to the ton and get the fun. In a FLORDIA state of mind. What more could you ask for? The stupid knife? You complain about ATTITUDE. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the strife. I'm rappin' to the K9s, And I'm gonna move your angell. Sharp, BIG, Black, like a sword Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an award. I can't take the ATTITUDE, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to tracking I guess I got no angell. I'm rappin' to the angell, And I'm gonna move your K9s. Yea, yaz, in a FLORDIA state of mind. When I was young my BROTHER had a rife. I waz kicked out without no life. I never thought I'd see that fife. Ain't a soul alive that could take my BROTHER's strife. An amazing TECHS is quite the flex. Thinking of GUNS. Yaz, thinking of GUNS