down bad ay by bos gunzz

down bad in da kitchen water wiping ayy,strapped up ak stick it in his face,up in Norfolk running dogding from da Jakes,keep it on my waste ion play quick to spray,givvin fades,send em to a early grave ,remember late nights and alot early days,behind the wall locked in chains,ay ,30 in my 40 let it spray,sware to god I pray for better day ,I love trapping every day is pay day ,say I lost my mind think I'm gone crazy,all my friends hating, but they shitll never faze me,turn into saitan ,god won't even save me,hit my plug yea i just cop a baby, them streets of Norfolk that's what made me ,block boys who really raised me ,arms throwong touchdowns yea we call that tom braidy,Bo's gunzz bitch I'm gone/