GF2

Goodfellas, its like that. once again we grace the track we spit this gospel of rap. no parlay for whack. we on the attack, darkest hearted fucking savage murda muzik making brains splat. Pray to the lord of the rap, B double E and the reapa martyr your savior on the track. stripping the flesh off the weak hearted back. reap the wicked and murder stacks lineage of pain and poverty laced with dioxin and crack. Leave you the product of environment when im strapped with a gat. always walk the streets with a bat built into my fist lay you flat get barrific with bullion rap No Land we murda that Muzik rolling blunts with that black sheep fam. show these mediocre phonies just where me and my homies stand. so fucking high that you look like ants my game is cosmic they stuck on mans. these fucking fools are simple tools just built your house in the sand. too stupid to understand, or simply raised in another land, never surpass this, well above average savage so fucking high that you look like ants.