bitch i been a threat sink gold in ya neck fangs will leave her wet I bring the dead back up out the grave burn a cigarette Swisher wrap blunts are what I crave of tha killa pack I make you mad I'm in love with hate gimme all of that kitty cat that's how you behave while I'm in the back cut the act you will not parade like a king you wack run it back or bust up yo face ain't got nun to add woahd im the goat by far what you mean on the north when they close past 9 on the street what you know let the .44 slide from the heat momma cold cuz her Yung bo died in her sleep