Springfield

We in New York with the Blicks

Gotta twelve o'clock at Teterboro

Yellow two thirty. look like Tweety Bird

Dog Food on the street make them eat the curve

He ain't never been the same forty hit him now he missing nerves

Drop a bag on him

Ain't no shooters getting laid off

Glock twenty six twelve and one

It made the playoffs

I get rid of evidence like I'm O Dog

Pour a deuce ice caps look like coleslaw

Murder in my eyes in the mirror i see red rum