yea x still comes heated but his style aint AS tight as it use to be.
Fin' ta hit your block tight, with my Glock hidden up under my seat
Let it pop 'til you drop, 'til you dead up in the street
Guts and meats all over the concrete, ain't no time to sleep
upon this nigga with this trigger love to swig that malt liquor
Cause I'm sick with that Olde English shit, heads gon' split
Black chrome spit, 'til you layin up in a ditch
So fuck your whole click, fill 'em up with them 16 slugs
Kill 'em up with that Siccness love - do or die
Who the fuck am I? - Tall Cann
21st meet your worst nightmare, leave 'em right there
Bloody up in the mud, cause this nigga ain't got no love
Wear my gloves, cause I'm bouts to gets my hands dirty
Guts all over the place, face ready for plastic surgery
Never showin no mercy, in a hurry to do my dirt, then I'm out
Put my strap deep in yo' mouth, try to take yo' tonsils out