Baker Ya Maker
CRAWLIN SLOW
I've been a problem [?]
Youngin' comers straight from hell
Drug tha x6 of close my mind
Purple potion [?]
Trunky, [?] no respell
In the sky a ballin' pills
Bushido-slow, kill myself
Acid trips a sold it wheels

Fuck a busta, bitch
Talkin' dat shit for back my clique
How you know, we dangerous
Fuck your bitch and till your creep
Poor your buddy in the deep
Always as we claim my wheep
Freakyhouse to drug my shit
Want to love, I can't come it

Smoked weed
Tell i can't no mo'
Tell your bitch, can give me back
Tell your mouth
Get sorry, hit that dog
How another one
Bustas no another for that tone
Take it bitches love, say
"hey, baby listen just for fun"
Yeah, i’ma white
I'ma bastard in this ass
Trick his sluts
Bringin' bitches, comin' [?] trill to trash, wasn't a mash
Smoke a sack
Crack [?] for back relax
As i fly, I turn this song
On a drugs, [?]

I keep it real
So fuck watch yo said
Underground shit, all day еvery day
Underground shit, what u said? got a brick
Underground shit, to u hood and crimе
Mu-tha-fuck-a get down your brain
Six with that door, we spellin' goodnite
Fuck with the SIXSET, isn't heal the pain
Steppin' the dungeon, killin' them vine, bitch