Part 2 Songtext
von Masta Killa

With so much drama, I′mma have to refocus
The incense and aroma of hematomas
Symptoms of a coma, sleepin, awakin, bakin
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
Elegant in her Beemer, face bumpin in mines All she wanted to do was get inside
Then she got inside, talkin 'bout "let me ride"
I stay regulatin, since cradles with the Daytons
Free Tracey Davis, TC and Chill
Cause ain′t no fun if the homies can't have none

And if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch
They already know, that I don't fuck with no bustas


And I don′t fuck with no, and I don′t fuckin know
So don't ask me shit, give a fuck about it then

Yellin 187 with my dick in her mouth, bitch
Yellin 187 with my dick in her mouth, bitch