hook
drug money make me drive through K-town
got me makin all you bitches lay down
they say i'm full of hate now
but i don't fuckin paly around
verse 1
i buy them oc's, i sell them oc's
i got you need, if you need oc's
i'll make ya ass bleed, for tryin to fuck me
i won't let it be, have you hooked to an I.V
bleach won't be able to get out the stains
the names Big-J but you can call me blood rain
cause i came to bring the pain, fuck you up mayne
stomp in ya brain, don't fuckin complain
you cry like a bitch, i found out you a snitch
bust ya fuckin wig, break ya neck like a twig
if you snitch this is a warnin, ya family will be maurnin
when they find you in the mournin, layin in the morgue yeah
Found On Road Dead, just like a FORD
wit a bashed in head, for bein a bad sport
pop me a hydro, befor i take ya lifre yo
read me the bible, befor i kill my rival
am i satan, i could be
are you shakin, you should be
money is a major issue, send slugs through ya tissue
if you fuck wit the dough, i'm a fuck wit ya hoe
just to let ya know, i don't fuck around yo
if you wanna sell my dope, just don't sniff up my coke
hook
drug money make me drive through K-town
got me makin all you bitches lay down
they say i'm full of hate now
but i don't fuckin paly around
verse 2
sophisticated to the gills, know all about the pills
out for the kill, cause it gimme a thrill
i run these streets, sypplyin these pheins
makin ends meet, steppin on the weak
cause the strong will survive, hey look i'm still alive
hey you look surprised, i can see it in ya eyes
i found that money's power, you hood or you coward
you soft like wet flower, these streets i fuckin scower
panthers hunt alone, so you don't leave ya home
send punches to ya dome, call ya momma on ya phone
an tell her what i did, to her preshouse kid
it a happen again, if he run his fuckin lip
reside in the south, shit i'm somethin like the owner
lyrics come out, record lables i own em
i penetrate ya brain, like i penetrate ya daime
make you go insane, fuck up ya membrain
my lyrics eat at you like cancer, an won't stop till you dead
somethin like an exotic dancer, wit AIDS that gave you head
it makes you wanna kill the bitch, but you can't do shit
you let her suck ya dick, now you infected wit it
my lyrics like stunamies, tearin up Asia
bitches gimme poonauni, an i don't even date em
now you know about the kid, an the shit that i've done
so if you feel the hollow tip, you know i'm on the run
hook
drug money make me drive through K-town
got me makin all you bitches lay down
they say i'm full of hate now
but i don't fuckin paly around
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