Tekster:
Slow Club I M Alive

Then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend Tryin to stay alive When you come to ATL Boy you better not hide

I reminisce on days when I was barely coping I'm 23 now, look at how I'm rolling been a struggle all my life but now the door is open so right now i'm

the low, get a Heine' and swig I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y'all niggaz

a bitch, but i think i fell in love (I love that bitch) So i treat the game like I'm selling drugs (drugs - block is locked) (Verse 1) Day n nite. I

way, man Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya know what I'm saying? Look, we about to go I 255 (Yeah) straight up to Memphis (Ya show) See what I'm saying

motherfuckin' fingers in the air Nigga, I'm livin' my life, fuckin' your wife Bendin' her up while I'm hollerin', ?I don't give a fuck? So I move like

Bridge] Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance- popcorn, popcorn... Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow dance- capture the damage. (Yo, this dude talks real slow

I'm not the type, you can't hold me down for long I'm not the type I'm not the type, all the things that I've done wrong I'm not the type Every night

tryna flossin' his cake Reaction was slow, reflexes way too late These are war zone niggaz, home sweet home, niggaz Killers ain't afraid of nothin', it's on niggaz M