2000 Til'

All is hell
Smoke clouds
Can hardly catch ya breath
My force of habits might force a tragic event
When I get like this it's hard to guess if I'll ever be back again
Drawing sketches with my fingernail over ashy skin
Say the reaper creep in the shadows to usher passengers in
It's like every other weekend we flyin' them caskets in
Sinch brigade lieutenant put sheisty masks on his men
His faction gave cats long naps like African

Virgil logo Nike trainers I'm laced up for November
Head on the swivel know most em' got a snakey agenda
From two stacks til' 2080 whenever
Preseason
Spazzin' off the head
I'm only pre seizing
We smoke
Pressure in front the churches
Blaze and worship in my street clothes
Remember gettin' fly as hell
Poppin shit out the flea store
I'm in Dover street
Mixing PAF with the Kiko
Pull up in that black on black
Ya know that thang negro



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Gardner
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