. Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die. Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise. You know my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals. Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild. Now I'm
equipped. From, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rock. Do more work than a crackhead with a, toolbox. Jeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker. If your honey's a Queen I'll *** her. More