Yo, I got this plan to make some money I want you to keep this shit to yourself At 6:15 a.m, the truck pulls out of the Post office on Lankershin and
Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherfucker? I could go? Oh, fuck y'all, aye, fuck the judge Fuck the motherfuckin' District Attorney, the prosecutor
be high off this I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss They put me hot on list, where players are posted But them players we posted
refute will be honored He who walks with wise men will be wise But the companion of fools will be destroyed [Killah Priest] I post up in front of the
cannabis Focus never weak, blow up the spot like Plastique Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk
your caps peeled You know what you see Grab your glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac Who shot me, but your punks didn't finish
t go home 'Cause muh-fuckers think I'm buggin' So now I'm in this high powered cell at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail What
the time, strapped the fuck up Post the fuck up, smoked the fuck up, locked the fuck up When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk Bitch ass
Welcome to misery punk, we deep rooted in this You know what I'm sayin' KCMO, KCK, you know what I'm sayin' That's how we do it, Tech N9ne in this place
city of Sac Them homies given me that But you got them fools that want a foe then They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump Man I ain't no punk
What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test 'coz we come from the west Yes, the W-S to the C
what you're lookin' for, what you want? Look inside my trunk you can find what you want [Kane] 1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you punks
gotta be down for your get down You gotta be ready to put your hit down Then ready to split your grip down (geah) The middle - gotta be fair Signs posted
cash Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h. Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real ? four punks layin in your bumper? , so you're
And a young nigga havin' his way Lil' mannish ass nigga on restriction Cryin' with his motherfuckin' nose in the corner Broke up out of that old punk
why i'm so ashamed to be a part of what might be called the punk rock community you take things way too seriously or else you take them too lightly post
I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a fuck about yo' flag I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga [Chorus] You scared, you