Bones - WhiteBoyRick lyrics

[Verse] Bad talkin' on pimp, get slapped with the nine Ho talkin' 'bout money, get slapped with a fine Hate in my face, blade on my waistline Shot to the engine block, make em' stop on a dime Brand new matte black Buick Had a little money, but you blew right through it You go half on the sack, I knew it We twist personals, I go through it Young motherfu*ker with an old ass Mac With a diamond in the back, old school Cadillac Got my sway to and fro, Godfather with the ho's Duct tape, double clips, hollow tips all gold Do not hit my pager, this life gets dangerous Wrist take a risk, now that ass in the slammer b*tch know damn well thе clique go hammer Faces of dеath, cut 'em up on camera BONES, why you kill 'em all the time with the rhymes? Too clean with it, mean with it, wanna let 'em lie Look into the sky, I'm the one you ask "Why?" I'm the one that let 'em live, I'm the one that let 'em die