[Havoc:]It be a buck-fiftyYour chance of runnin’Is infinteSlugs that leave niggas druggedLike a chick slip the MickeyI’m so on the lowIt’d take a Navy SEALTo get meWhen I surfaceIf not chips to BenzIs the purposeOn your teamI’ll pull the curtainA beautiful hurtin’Till my eyes see the bloodThat mean the creep […]
Continue Reading