Из альбома: Dreams and Nightmares
See most of y’all sucka ass niggas wouldn’t last a week in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn’t last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!
My trigger finger itchin
We back-to-back in ghosts
Playin’ peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa
Over a brick or two
So over a hundred ki’s
Think what my clique’ll do
I’m talkin clappin toasts
Bullets’ll hit your roof