Money satisfy half of my mood, then theres a part of me
Thats distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
Im twisted like, dr. death, kevorkian
Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, houston niggaz, come through for nigga
Scarface get a call and we shootin niggaz
Favor, for a favor, thats how we do business
Tryin to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
You say you got a problem? then tell a nigga where he at
So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap
Where his brother go to school at? find out some more information
Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back
Cause when it come down to the come down;
Ima pull the motherfuckin plug on him
Walk up to his face and then gone
Set a example, send these hoes a little message:
They need to be more careful who they mess with, dont even stress it
Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest ak, I blow his motherfuckin mind
Him and whoever standin by, Ill tell these niggaz, lets go
And then we fin to ride, and he fin to die
He fin to die, throwin up his own blood
With a slug in his motherfuckin mug
I do this outta love, cause your money aint no good here
Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor
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