bloody murda

bet I probably got enemies that I ain't know where my enemies/ I'm throwed off the Hennessy/what's done gotta in to me/a dirty rotten entity/make em feel the burn like whipping ya tears away with lemon squeeze/cool as the winter breeze/fresh as febreze/call me chuckie bc I'm I'm about my chz/call me lucky how I escape the grim reeper/final destination/no video game but this my final fantasy/I'm antsy/cant control my thoughts/still going off on any body on/I'm home south Carolina my throne we buck wild smoking home grown/it was like getting good top how my mind blown/riding round spartanburg in my zone on my on just my lil budy in my lap like g g g g gunit/its a 45 a c p bussn at ya life fo not actin right/all you hear is a loud boom and a flash of light/that's yo ass tonight/tell ya bitch to ask daddy and ask him right I might drop her pipe/I should drop the mic/but my mic cost more than ya life/everything hi priced you break you buy/like petty pablo who am I charlie d mother fucker first to put it down for south Carolina but ya know what it's been worth lyrics and my pen game perfect drastik murda and murk ya/