InLovingMemory

What? Walk up in your spot and watch me turn it to a grave Put them drugs up in my face and watch me turn into a slave Every day, every chance I get, I take, on the stage In my grave, either way I'm gettin' paid Humans like to speak on me and put the smile up on my face Ear to ear, I'm who they fear, they know I bloody up the place Grip that pistol with precision End up in court, yeah, all my bitches dead, dead Like I'm filmin', "Ooh, ooh," weapon singin' Fuck it, kickin', fuck it up, rippin', got no time to show no sympathy Men in Black, the beam, except I want him to remember me Punch into a different beat, the dead is in the infantry I'm spittin' like an infant, baby, AK on my hip, it hit This old CD on my hip, bitch, I don't stop until I hit Them 46's on me flip and now everybody my victim So then I end it, I flipped it, I'm trippin', I need to simmer down Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that pistol sound Sittin' on these, know it's me when you hear that-