a * by moon and sun in the war, man. Ain't no everybody, it's for self in New Orleans. If you paying draft you don't deserve to be balling Its enemy turf that I'm on. So I'm a play it how it go
though a nigga rich and I rock ice. I still bust a nigga head on the block aright It's enemy turf that I'm on. So I'm a play it how it go. Cock the hollow points. And tote my black calico. My lil
