Neva Die Alone

Yo icepick Arabic

Saudi Arabia

My clique roll thick rip ****

Like WrestleMania

Saddam Hussein

President of what I claim

Still the same name

Tied to this **** like I'm to blame

Then maintain

Gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain

2-5-2 cause the crew

Stuck in the game

A quarterly you vs me

And try to slaughter me

The door was locked

Top lock stuck bad luck

Come out the elevator

K-tone

Like "***** what "

Arab ****

Play the low

Can coca-colo

What up though

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We smoke 'dro

Brown bags

Tons of hash get smoked

Yo that real ****

Pro'ly make you bleed down

Your throat

Then choke

Coughin' up the murder I wrote

I smoke spanky

Hit it hard mega hard

Then burn it down

Under the ground around guard

I rented

***** on my **** then I presented

Diploma

Keep her wide open in TONY roma'

Back shots

Holiday Inn about to bone her

And cold own her

Drop her off inside Corona

With pistolo

Call me tomorrow on the 'Rola

The Ayatollah

Strike back you're just a soldier

For them thug *****s

Holding their gats and never scared

I'm prepared

Every day get bent on beers

Play the corner close

Quick to jump on the toast

Dead shot

Take your knot

Dun and get ghost

While you talk fronting

Walk fronting like a villain

Soft something

So hot what a feeling

Mo' with the ice chillin'

Roll dice make a killin'

Wanna see twice a million

No love for a got civilian

Make salat in the spot kneelin'

For a second freeze dealin'

Back to business

Pump 'til the pack finished

Stack spinach

Mad bent crash renters

Full enough to whip somethin'

A-alike twist somethin'

Henny got my **** sunken

Stay drunken

Wit' a bop holdin' your ****

Pushin' **** drop

Yeah the game don't stop

Let the beat drop

Bring it back to the top

Just for them thug *****s

Chicks and hard rocks

Street to cell block

Rock to Comstock

Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock

Makin' on blocks a four

Carat stone

Infrared chrome

In Kuwait I await skull

And crossbone

In my own zone

Motorola flip-phone

The infrared

On the Giorgio Armani specs

Blowin' tecs at the opposite ***

For the six-figure check

My slug injects

When the god lay to rest

My seed is next

I was blessed with a thug's caress

And a dime's finesse

Titanium chest and bubble vest

Yeah titanium chest and bubble vest

My pop's dead now

It's too late to warn me

Inform me

D's wanna plant ki's on me

Eternally I wanna sleep

Without the venom of a snake

***** tryin' to creep

Stakes is high

And a thug's blood runs deep

The Jakes wanna see me

Layin' under six feet

Or so it seems

Now my team work against me

They can't stop my money move

It's too intensely

Khadafi

I plant bombs where the Feds be

I'm like Moses in the middle

Of the Red Sea

With infrared

And a case full of hundred G

Leadin' my thugs to the land of Kiami

With no cops

Pure coke growing on the tree

Arab ****

Tommy Hill and Nikes on

Guerrilla rap song

Yeah CNN guerrilla rap song