get close Im feeling contagious Can you help me can you take it Put me under hold me down Take me further underground Bury me 8 feet under ground He stands
killers some out-of-town freelancers Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt Broccolis up under they belt A gang of silent murder beefs up under
it is nigga, there you have it Bird man, clips you under-smelt, VA you know Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit We flip bricks you under-
, there you have it Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know? Uptown, nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit We flip bricks you under-smell Aye
go...if you say so You make me feel like I'm a salesman and somehow I'm caught with red hands Tightrope over reason like a skeptic with plans You look
precise from my Five Deadly Venoms With international plugs like nine Organized emblems Get it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep Runnin' with the number thirteen with my 40 Below's upon the feet
cause I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason
feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the floor Six feet under
bought myself with apologies, No returns. Indent with attendant repair, Demand and supply. Swimming in bourbon, And spoiled without, An offsides penalty, With
dude My killers some out-of-town freelancers Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt Broccolis up under they belt A gang of silent murder beefs up under
gangsta) One that, just won't snitch I mean a (gangsta), keep it real with his click A real (gangsta), who be putting it down A real (gangsta), till they put me six feet
boy killer man, cut like a guillotine Off with a nigga head, my style ain't free Bloody body parts, pop hearts and stop breathing Nutty niggaz only need a reason, reach under
precise from my Five Deadly Venoms With international plugs like nine Organized emblems Get it? Twenty Thousand Leagues, extra deep Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 Below's upon the feet
I bought myself with apologies, No returns. Indent with attendant repair, Demand and supply. Swimming in bourbon, And spoiled without, An offsides penalty, With
there you have it Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster
Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason
placin' my feet to concrete Hittin' the street with vengeance, steangence, so sweet What bitter we consider every circle we pass Probl'y the reason that I reason with
