I sold base/blackk mask over my face/don't make them have to sew your lips to your face/hit me with a new case/f*** court cause a trial could wait to much money poppin off my gate get it st8 mathi catch me hoppin on a atv 4wheel navi miniola gat blower yo its like a hobbie dub up shot up a lobbie while the dude drive right by me unaware these blocks be the truth to square my earth use to shoot dope on the top of the stairs told me god was here but all I see is satan layin at the bottom of the stepcase waitin my drug nation mind state of pappy mason certified raw s*** that fiends wanna taste in I spit psalms serious gangsta type s*** a combination of blood and herion mixed from the hood with the burgandy bricks the s*** is sick like a virgin scared when she first gets d*** in the excursion splurgin me and my clique dirty conbines ready to spit who you with my conevours 4eva ready predators on the serengity your mentals to petty my whole life blood in my eyes escape prison cilitified thug living hit you up probably sew your face back in position n**** listen its discriptive criminal scrowls from new york knowledge infinite spit it like Malicah York tell a cat thug blood sport you get your whole life cut short...-]-`