I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son will pop the
Glock to feed himself and family (Woo)
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen (Damn)
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates

Вы не представляете , что он сейчас сделал...

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BIG MAN BIG W