I REFUSE TO LOOSE- FUCK THEM TWEENTY TWO'S- I GOT A A-P10 AN A THROW AWAY TECK-9 SO U KNOW U CANT FUCK WITH MINES I REFUSE TO LOOSE- FUCK THEM TWEENTY TWO'S- I GOT A A-P10 AN A THROW AWAY TECK-9 SO U KNOW U CANT FUCK WITH MINES Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street When I got the milli pictured in my head Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain On that insane tip E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My nine on the side going Both ways, Peel