V1- "Im walking on avenue 94 , in the mood for a 40 and a who*e
Working for the power,sh** whatever comes with
War begin with a note and a trumpet
Broke so the drum kit manage, the war note wrote by the phantom
Detailed directions for the new cannon in room 938 im wide awake
Mind ponders, unknown eyes wander, we more filth than bong water
Multiply if propaganda work proper
Blacked out, like we armed robbers. (Shoot to k**)
I promise shots are given in phonix, took the time to pay homage
Reality is real f**ed no comics
When the pills crushed , damn it we all on it
V2-" Jump off the balcony of the 94th
Age 27 if i haven't yet, when being low you let the gun talk for you
d**h is for the weak and non loyal
Respect is when im at royal, trying to get
King level, general sh**
Shooters ready one eye like fety
Gunshot get the drum ringing, believe me
No revenge i get even, regrets burnt with backwood leaves
And speaking of turnt when the thump
Chain gang your the weakest one
See you later
Remember when weed is done, whats left is vapor
And whoever walked out is a traitor
Judas in the flesh , put the rope on the neck or put the bullet in your head