i be look en for the stash en dash my brain be bashed you about to get smashed i got the coult you shout hold you up a gun point you a fat fucking pig ouinck i cought you slacken you be lacken you was to pull the trigger you nigger i bee packen you be lacken you be slacken i be packen i puller the trigger you dead nigger you be smalls i be bigger dont wheren them colors around here you get shot where your ass hat tou a rat when you high you a bat i have ice berges on my wrist i be maken a fist this shit a plot twist i see some niggas in my town theypulen out some east coast crip signs they hand over a duffelbag we swepback pull out the heat they be shining some you see qhen you dining the heat is only inclining and then six dead niggas on the ground hid the bodys so well they never gonna be found i be looken for the stash en dash for the for th-e-e stash en dash