Yeah, nigga. The smoke of New York. Get up, come on. . There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you. Some say your soul may burn in the flame. So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you.
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man. Some fine ass girl walked by. And she was lookin, I'm lookin back. She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car".