Meanwhile In The West (feat. A10Sín)

All my killers ready to roll You know X told you hell is hot I'm here to tell you It's cold Ice on your neck a cheque If you know you know Ninth circle no respect That's the place we go Let's talk about it So many cheques cleared Need a money counter You can't count on her since last encounter Still end up fucking on the counter Young, wild and free, no Americana They said you can free pain by hitting ganja Adding comas, scrounging bars up Pac said f*ck the world no condom I can't condone No protection Weaponry make me feel at home I make a dirty Harry look stylish Just from aiming at one direction One wrong turn Imma chip his dome Boy drop bands when he see a Smith and Wesson Money useless when your life's a loan I'm okay long as AK's at home Bullet graze his flesh Change his skin tone Thought he was a soldier Now he kiss his girl through a cellphone F*ck with me famo The wordplay ammo The punchline clipped I say it, don't spray it That's marksmanship Put your ashes in my rollie Spark Wait, wait, wait wait Then hit All my killers ready to roll You know X told you hell is hot I'm here to tell you It's cold Ice on your neck a cheque If you know you know Ninth circle no respect That's the place we go I get took back By these fuckin gun raps You couldn't stomach a slug You're not a hood rat Now let me push facts You never pushed packs Ain't got the run of the jungle Ah would ya shush lad Ain't dealing with much muck with mud flaps Wishing you were from the gutter gives me such laughs Every stutter that you utter about your rough past A father and a mother that helped you touch grass A good dad, with a loving mum In a big warm house in the sullen slums You get a sudden rush from the dullest sun Calls himself the plug 'cause he's the dumbest son The big, bad crook, he's the rugged one Until he gets that book and he's undergunned Never seemed so shook and now he suffers none Because he hung himself according to the mother's tongue