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Started out tryna make a truce Ended up back in mine off a 80 proof But running wild got you thinking you could solve it We could really use some time Just to recollect and find out a thing or two Check the weather, never mind I ain't in the mood Eyes settled on the prize bitch, I'm in the loop Strip vinyl, spliff fired up, I get to choose Which titles my rivals could win or lose Parachuting through the fall, I wish for summer off Spring fitted for the dark, nigga in the long-sleeve Driftin' through it all, niggas know Niggas know not to hit me, I don't get too many calls This city shit go, pity how a piggy did you dog That’s why swampman living in the bog, feeling like a tsar Off-brand niggas on the spittle getting charred Swear you can hear death whistle from afar When the wind blow, feds want your info Streets full of sink holes, sheets full of nymphos Brains like a baseball, legs like some pencils Head for the hills, cause I'm on your heels Like a bloodhound trained to your scent Show face when I get dough, my face in the shit Two cards, blackjack, both ace's, it's lit Cold case on the mess that I made thugging No trace of me since, I sin, no place to repent Close game but we win, motherfucker Closed game, cold game Aus Songtexte Mania