-What's up Frost, how have you been homeboy?...
-Hey wuz up dawg...
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one soldier Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where are you from Homes?...
My dear... Central America
Here in Houston winning my fair
On the corner life is fine
I ask God to take care of my daughter
Look, my job is the street
Selling pounds that come from the valley
If my mother understood me
My family goes first
My flag was my war
It's whateva bustin not just anyone
I want you to know that I am death
If you escape it will be pure luck...
Kapeesh understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L. A. To New York that is pure love
For all who got love for The Player
Houston to New York
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with chrome
True crime family, enemies pay
Never die happily...
Assault rifles, professional snipers
I got my rivals shittin in their diapers
You don't like us cool, but don't 't show it
Who wanna fuck with this killer slash poet
I blow it up, like nitroglisterin
You bitches love talkin off the pot you piss in
Chill homes cause you ain 't that hard
Fraud flossin' in your own backyard
I'm worldwide in the two tone blow ride
Your girl hide in my seat when you pass by
That's my life , hater, heartbreaker
Life taker, smile now cry later
-Dope House Records
-Man What's up LOS
-up with my bitch Snow White
-She's going for 13-5
-Cool, let's start with 50 then...
Kapeesh understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L. A. To New York that is pure love
For all who got love for The Player
Houston to New York
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with chrome
True crime family, enemies pay
Never die happily...
I'm in the sport, where we matter
What you snort
Leavin court, goin straight to the airport
I don't chase paper, paper chase me
Fedz mad, kinda sad, how I brake free
Take he, to the rough neck taktics
I got you fucking screamin worse than an actress
In a horror flick, he'll be fallin brick
In this biz you better be rollin thick
Holdin shit down son ain't no seein' us
My nina Buss , another human bein crushed
Street genius, so, so serious
Your fairness, deadly experience...
Kapeesh understand the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to dust
L. A. To New York that is pure love
For all who got love for The Player
Houston to New York
Three bandidos on tha microphone
Stike with chrome
True crime family, enemies pay
Never die happily...
Kapeesh understand the touch...

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