Tekster:
Let Me Out Kill The Rich

greed Kill the rich, you?re just cheap labour and your blood they leech Kill the rich, they give you dreams but never let you succeed Kill the rich, kill the rich

greed Kill the rich, you?re just cheap labour and your blood they leech Kill the rich, they give you dreams but never let you succeed Kill the rich, kill the rich

to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh Hops, out the truck like, "Trick, what up?" Call me

it My brain is haunted with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer Than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me,

don't know who you are, my friends or foes Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new attitude, no trust Got me in a corner all a nigga

t Care If You See The Laurens Tucket Or You Bill O Reilly You Only Ralling Me Up For 3 Years They Had Me Peeing Out Of A Cup Now They Bout To Free Me

with me and get hit I finger f-ck the nina make the b-tch have kids just do it my n-gga I just did name a muthaf-cker deeper than me b-tch dig ya dig,

on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy's deep inside it's killing me but soon its gon be killing

she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset ? dick in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet! You f**k with me