Tekst:
Know The Score Hit And Run

a whore who needs to know more the kind you can't ignore but want to open the door...for or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and

ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never raised no punks and hoes Just relier

up in the club and you know how we roll, squad deep like ohhhh Bad little bitch*s with their booty on score trying to beat like whoaaaa Know your ass

, from, from They don't work off the hit 'cause we don't fuck with the foes They be sellin' them soft we had enough of them sold And we work off the hit

please record your message I don't wanna screw but nothin' ain't new I'll educate your whole crew when I come through And you know its true, so what

hurtin' him Tirelessly on the phone tryin' to russle up Muscle relaxants for his back and a couple of Pax's Now he's doublin' backwards and he's stumblin' back Slipped and fell, hit

as you give me the money And if you ever violate this, call me a bitch Or forget to run the [unverified], you better do your little thang Mack it around and

wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...

Referee mind state, I?m settling the score I don?t know what ya?ll hating for Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don?t know what you?re waiting for