Hostile

When shit get's hostile, Hoes get blasted

Bodies in the morgue getting shelved like Pac Div

Tell my girl I'm running late

Stuck in drug traffic by the ten

Two ten's in the Wagoneer

Nigga picture me rolling

All my bitches is stolen

So I mean it when I say that hoes hot as a stove top

Chrome Glock and the gold, D-Block Chain

That I won from J Hood in a pick-up game

Feeling like I'm Reggie Lewis

Shit I'll probably die a shooter vic

Run my mouth a lot

Run up in a niggas house to shop

Treating bitches like it's Camelot

Feed them out the trough

Asher Roth, Disappearing white's

Slanging half the price

Never that

You see my nigga's way ahead of that

Zordon, Big headed

Strong arm

Bench Press them

Been through hell and back, So my heart's been tested

Ain't willing to die, Your heart's in question

Nigga