Just a lil' bit o' gangsta shit I felt like writin' right quicc. Holla with some feedbacc.
Yo yo yo...I jacc kids for they chucs, khaki's and jaccets //
And I stay strapped even when most dudes be strapless //
The fact is, my static got marcs lungs collapsin' //
What y'all kids lacc is the gangbang tactics I practice //
I keep it craccin', my murda 0ne's leave dents in ya dome //
So ferocious I'd kill ya whole crew all on my own //
Reppin' Dago Town Coleones, ain't got shit...not even my health //
And if I was the last crip in the world, then I'd ride by myself //
After a day of blastin', I'm chillin' relaxin' in the pile of used shells //
Won't stop until my life's fading, hearin' the dimmin' sounds as the siren wails //
You could tell from my street tales I have no mercy no remorse //
On a steady diet of turnin' bodies to the status of corpse during wars //
My battle stories...they so sicc they'd infect ya ears with rigamortis //
My hollow tip shells leave yo chest lookin' porous (full o' holes) //
Yo yo yo...I jacc kids for they chucs, khaki's and jaccets //
And I stay strapped even when most dudes be strapless //
The fact is, my static got marcs lungs collapsin' //
What y'all kids lacc is the gangbang tactics I practice //
I keep it craccin', my murda 0ne's leave dents in ya dome //
So ferocious I'd kill ya whole crew all on my own //
Reppin' Dago Town Coleones, ain't got shit...not even my health //
And if I was the last crip in the world, then I'd ride by myself //
After a day of blastin', I'm chillin' relaxin' in the pile of used shells //
Won't stop until my life's fading, hearin' the dimmin' sounds as the siren wails //
You could tell from my street tales I have no mercy no remorse //
On a steady diet of turnin' bodies to the status of corpse during wars //
My battle stories...they so sicc they'd infect ya ears with rigamortis //
My hollow tip shells leave yo chest lookin' porous (full o' holes) //