Intro Songtext
von South Circle

Swerving at midnight, I′m deadly
Holding machetes for murder weapons
Don't look back, nigga, keep on stepping
Seventeen seconds from the slammer
But I′m badder than Montana
Dropping grammar like a sledgehammer
Deeper than submarines, nigga, take your last breath
They catch hell like Lucifer when I be blasting tecs
This ain't no freestyle, it's real now
Stacking pennies like Hardaway
It′s hard to play with an ill child


No smiles, strictly biz as we hit the ave
Doing labor in No Limit with the Aftermath
I mash a bill and a half, two pumps on the dash
(It′s all about that cash)
Crash courses with the sources of sin
No love for any woman, no love for any men
Adrenaline stimulates my suspicion
I'm feeling tension, cause these fools got ambitions
It′s in a fatal world, be on the lookout
You'll get took out when me and Mike put out dope
Can′t cope, we killing 'em
Now witness the murderous

Come on, nigga
Come on
Let′s go