Tekster:
Ride Deep Inside My Pocket

runnin' the show And then I'll turn on ya There is a secret place It's deep inside my pocket Never try tellin' me Who fits inside my pocket I know what

deep inside my pocket (Deep inside) Never try telling me Who fits inside my pocket (Deep inside) There is a secret place It's deep Deep inside my pocket (Deep

I can pray to deep inside my soul, hey I've got my soul education You know it's stitched into the clothes that I wear I've got my life information,

. Im riding cobalt, i might be ridin navy, its the young don only God can save me. Lord, help me, please come back. Im diggin in my pocket and im bout

then you die West side outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep I focus my locus thought on my

swartzaniggaz' Put your hands in your pocket, give it up I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man Bandstandin' with the hand cannon Split my face,

' up my head locc to the brain On that insane tip e-b-k everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full

of treat my mind to a rebel ride, Heldorado Move like a monster Creature of the wheel trigger wicked way Tangle like a web beneath me Ankle-deep in

take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown, show you wat we livin' like Walkin' like a man, finger on the tigger Got money in my pocket, I'm