Cruisin' Slow Killa

You know they say, uh, 4th take's the charm, right? J-MAG... Da Maestro... on da beat! Yo.... Yo.... Cruisin slow killa Got my finger on the trigga Really no need to go quicka My main goal is to get bigga Finna hit cha, then I'll whip ya With these lyrics that I'm spittin 9 lives, neva slippin, like that cat named tippa That's a reference to my hood 85th back to the woods Memories on top of memories Man I really should, collect my thoughts and write a book Castle move I need my rook Come and look, I think he shook It's a checkmate so I took His queen and I locked her up just for being mean Get inbetween, time to intervene Toss that bitch like a machine Unforseen, like a submarine Rising up from underneath Smoking the green Skippin the lean, mane You know, the same routine Got my whole clique of devil's and they on them otha levels Where they problems neva settle And they're used to heavy metal I'm talkin 12 gauges 12 mages making exchanges 12 stages, 12 cages Shit is outrageous Yah!