Fina start this off right, R-I-P to W-Double O-D-I-E
Red rag on faces and a drum full of .223's//
Extended clips on 9's n duel tre five sevens
you with that deuce deuce shit? Bitch nigga get to steppn'//
Im reppn with pride inflicted with that E-N-E Siccness
Im in this till the end leaving scenes with no witness//
Never slanged a day in my life, but i smoke it by the pound
bong in my lap next to the milly with 1- seven rounds//
its that E-a-s-t P-a-l-o A-l-t-o
sicc insane criminal Flamed up Norteno//
I dont sagg muthafuckas n i dont walk with a limp
unless the revolvers by my nuts or with a four-five in my hip//
Homeboy raps here to stay fuck all that hyphy bull shit
I dont ghost ride I cruise low when on the strip//
A nigga bring me to my knees? The Sucka wish he could
Ima end this right here, Rest In Peace Woodie Wood.....