Haaaan (Max B Speaks)

[Produced by Harry Fraud] [Verse] I'm the voice of them killers, turn dope into millions Get hung with a rope from the ceiling Where I'm from they're either smokin' or dealin' Price of life so cheap, 100 deep with coke in the villa Old niggas keep talkin' 'bout the rules to the streets Baby home cryin', they ain't got no food to eat All that stress got you losin' sleep Nigga on the grind, same clothes, same shoes for weeks And everything you got, you pay the price for it Yellin' boy, squeeze, put your brains on a night floor Back against the wall, gotta fight for it They givin' less time for murder than that white raw