IRC-Galleria

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
can you picture my specific plan
to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
scams are plotted over grams of rock
outlaws, muthafuckas die by the random shots
we all die in the end, so revenge I swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
got me a dog named him my Bitch Nigga Eata
what could they do to me that little brat
shit them niggas that shot me and still terrified I'll get their ass
how can I show you how I feel inside
we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone
cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome...