Original lyrics
ENAin't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best shit
The grimiest of all time
He said my poetry is agin' like fine wine
He shot the nigga in the chest seven times
Did him filthy, but that nigga was trippin'
Pray for rainy nights so we can catch the nigga slippin'
Plum poison he'll be sippin'
Destroy his life, complete the mission
Can only fuck him if he's a killer
Or the name of his favorite tape start with Hitler
