Jim Crow

Jim Crow in the flesh If you can't escape then don't test me 'Finna put this shit to rest Killas cut off and hand you ya testes Niggas running and tellin' they besties I ain't scared of no smoke come and test me Got a new Mac 11 been waiting to try it in any nigga tryna best Me F*ck it I just might run with that sack too Got the belt if you showing yo ass fool My gun hot and ready fast food Had a hand in it you might get clapped too Niggas on the track sounding like baboons, huh Sounding like garbage I shoot first ask second I don't give a damn my reputation tarnished Still not convicted of shit Changing my life for the better make sure all my money legit Count it up accurate get all the money right then spread the wealth to my clique Give me a reason Nigga it's coon huntin' season Snitching and you'll get found guilty of treason Pull up on you with the broom get to sweeping Hair trigger on it dog we get to squeezing Hit him in the lung we leaving his wheezing He miss a payment we pushing his knees in Hit him with the pepper but he ain't sneezing Jim Crow dog it's coon hunting season