I think im ready, ready to do some damage,
let me find my click that clacking make em get the click and clacking
im driving to yo funeral in searching for a casket,
then I dip off in the highway dump yo coffin off in traffic.
So cocky on the track i hop on it and get the bragging
tell u im living lavish and how much i spend on fabric
inclucding all the taxes from rappers funerals caskets,
inclucding all the taxes from rappers funerals caskets,
hell figure about these bullets once the tommy to his Jacket!! (tommy hillfigure)
Money that im making a phone call can get u vanished
put a silencer on nina// She loud and got no manners
but O well I leave u holy, Like the day thats being sabboth
and my head just started spazzing, let me take a couple asprin
Time is on my shoulders, let me watch my back
got a gat, black on black, and a silencer attach
with a reminder on the back to put yo mind upon yo back
no never mind how bout in fact if yo spine coming detached
the truth up in the pudding, left him lying on the crack
yeaahhhh thats dope check the cement up on his back
u dont get straps if u dont get that
since u putting on a show nina asure you getting clapped
to my groupies, flash my where u at
let me tell u bout this story i had as a matter of a fact-
letting my homie run a train to stop a chick up in her tracks
then had the nerve to call me the next day to tell me where she at. // NO!
these rappers old so they die in old fashion
thats a closed caption slash closed casket
i just be laughing, at martin, in aston,
cold blooded felon with a weapon out in aspen
they be soul searching and the squad soul assasins
what the hell he thinking is what everybody asking
