.(Laugh) I Spill misery as your blood hit's the ground, getting punk'd mothafuckas, while you die from the sound of my gun. And the screams of infernal splitting pain, lighting up on your streets, with the nina murder flame. Get back in the Low-Ride, I'm almost out of time. Hopping in my Cadillac, be.
LyricsHave you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔