we got a lot of mutha forgetin clothes, i'll tell you that.
brother we some maniacs, forgetin' up our brainiacs
Breakin' down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that
Crop a mix with Smilax, take a gun and rooster it back
Now I'm 'bout to blow my brains out 'cause I don't give a stuff
Hope you give a brother reason to want ya, the bigger gun the better
The more stuff you talk, the more blood the sweata'
The plane crashes, the Devil, the anthrax, the letters
Forgot about the peddlers, we still in it together
