الأغاني:
Verse Punk Searching

go the villain Mad 'cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin' Mad at me 'cuz I'm makin' shit, them thug's feelin' Hold my dick, nigga, spit that verse

[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo

niggas Well, I cant tell you 'bout them Otha niggas But man niggas gotta nigga pushin' shovin' Mean muggin' coakin' back and bustin' niggas Y'all betta back off me 'cuz y'all punk

m fed up (aw, shit) [ verse 2 ] Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason You're just gettin home from work And gotta get searched

Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it Straight direct at you kid (Kool G Rap Verse

VERSE Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the dark Searching

on the corner son (aiyyo word? ) these niggaz is rappin, kickin raps n shit Can't tell these niggaz they ain't hype They punk smoove bullshit, just meet

praise VERSE Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the dark Searching for

get wet when it's pourin Rain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse