Tekst:
Low Profile

you afraid It's all about the Silencer, that's the name We're some crazy motherfuckers from the West Coast Smoking Mary Jane and we pimp hoes Low Profile

[Frank V] I'm a Low Pro thuggsta, used to be a muggsta And if you heard Overdose you'd think I own a drug store Raps like Rocha, or better yet coca My

and all around the crossfader Hands start to bleed as if the table was a grader Without hesitation, here's a tastin demonstration How we got a standin ovation Straight from Low

[DTTX] Smash the dash, you know I'm all about the cash I burn it up like hash, Low Pro staff After that why don't you tell me who you thought it was

sit and suffer Gang violence strikes again, the sound of a trigger News at 11, now it's one less nigger, they figure Self-destruction, bro, you're goin low

, I'm pertainin to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues Let the story be told That's the way it is You got to pay your dues Low Profile

1989 DMC Seminar contender Can't touch us, boy, we in here now Uknowmsayin Low Profile's in effect [VERSE 4: W.C.] You never heard of me, why? Hey yo, I keep a low

those who wack Flinch an inch and get beat with a bat Now here's a mellow rhyme I slapped together a few minutes ago Pertainin to those who dissed the Low

[VERSE 1: W.C.] I'ma take this opportunity to explain Why would a kid in '89 wanna sling cocaine Kilos of cracks in stacks, and spend 20s and 10s And