Three guys on three horses
You can't get strength from weak sources
Snipers on steep gorges
Hexameters and speed gauges
I call my akhi, the tank will move
Run the jewelry and yank his fool
All blue racks and the stove hot
I saw GD's take shahada over O-Block
Movin' barrels, movin' the bricks
It's four words for you homie, you is a bitch
Siddiqui is my co-defendant
Sleep has no direction
The tide will rise on bio-signs
Somebody check his vital signs
Mojave and a faint whisper
The jungle is a shapeshifter
If I need a dobie, I'm seein' Tony
You don't know what beef is, homie, you Beefaroni
The streets is smoky, it's Peter Opie
Battista Doni and feed the pony
Red dot, circle on the opp
Motherfuckers paranoid circlin' the block
I used the blood and I painted it
My man Los did a couple bullets out in Graterford
Never again, my shorty is like a Twin Peaks, Sherilyn Fenn
Horseshoes ain't a fad, General Zheng
Doin' twenty-three and one when you sent to the pen
Unless your man make a stand then he ain't your man
I was taught to take a stand, never take the stand
An old genius, a young master
Hungry dogs run faster
