| Lyrics: | (feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat)
[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the
second time you done passed up this sign
you goin'the wrong way main.
[Fiend]
Slow
ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to
Memphis.(ya show)
See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,
we 'bout to
go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?
What you gone
do?
[Fiend]
Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
While the young
soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the
brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin fo those
that can't
Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows,
these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin
the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6
Talk
it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's
all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2
I throw hallows threw ,what you use to
swallow and chew,
'bout what ya gone do?
[Lord Infamous]
Infamous I'm leavin brain
dust
I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes
hanger
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross,or I pull the
Moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line
that'll blow ya mind
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