"Cryin on tha phone, ho thinkin I'm in love with her cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne, so I left her on the line with tha tone, got up with this other bitch, brought no weed cuz she firin up her own, so hurry with tha Philly bitch, I'm really sick off of some illy shit, here go a rusty razorblade, but still it split
and fill it with tha killa shit so I can really trip, it's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips and mack-10's, I lit tha b from the back end, straight to tha chest and it got me sprung, my lungs started collapsing, shit nigga what's happenin? Tha sess got me trippin of tha drums and guns, ready for action."
Twista--"Overdose" |
