I burn leaf wit Ikon and the Chief nigga This next bud is not for you Watchin you made me land a closed hand to your nostril Stoppin you from givin the god cold stares Beware, my flares poke ?holes? in rolling chairs Dunn I'm prepared when the holocaust begins You'll have the roach smoked down to the sole of your Timbs Now I'm, holdin your gems, you're holdin for dear life Any mothafucker holdin the heat can have vice You're just like a bitch wit no top on At the Houston five, you lay down and get shot on Double check, your dead, plugged twice in your mug I'm high off the weed, drunk off the cop's blood
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