The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves Of red and gold I see your lips The summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since
9's, for what's in the sky I got a grenade launcher. Aint nuthin to do today, so what imma do? Imma bust on the cops, shoot the street light out on the
life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones flying Baby mama's crying at the funeral 'Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled out
someone would tell it to your heart So scared when I walked to your door I saw you turn out the light I can't take this hurt anymore I shout it out
Oc' has Novacaine Theoretically keepin' puppies and the pedigree Small fetus brought Santa Claus to greet us Rappers know I'm equipped with Clorox And chemicals that'll burn
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You
nine's For busten in the sky gotta grenade launcher Ain't nothing to do today So what I'm a do I'm a bust on tha cops Shoot tha street lights out on
will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You
right, triggers light So relinquish son, I'm to the finish, and you acknowledge Couldn't pop a clutch or light a skyrocket, nigga stop it! Steel Magnolia
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain
late nights rap right A dead 6-4 lay low with the dead light Jack off my strap check my tracts 'fore I blast 'em Creased up khakis and a .44 Magnum AG
has novacaine Theoretically keepin puppies in a pedigree Small fetus brought Santa Claus to greet us Rappers know I'm equipped with Clorox and chemicals that'll burn
and nine's For busten in the sky gotta grenade launcher Ain't nothing to do today So what I'm a do I'm a bust on tha cops Shoot tha street lights out
