Voice_23-06

all I know is hustle run up on me there be a tussle ill leave blind and crippled full of holes riddled I'm the king of the block run ya mouth and meet my glock I'm a soldier lost to the game frestyles the name clamin eastside till I die ill leave ya in the streets and watch ya mamma cry ill make a you ghost then set back and give ya baby mamma a toast I'm reppin Tennessee straight drunk on henessy