Hostile

When shit get's hostile hoes get blasted Bodies in the morgue getting shelved like Pac Div Tell my girl I'm running late, stuck in drug traffic By the ten, two ten's in the Wagoneer Nigga picture me rolling, all my bitches is stolen So I mean it when I say that hoes hot as a stove top Chrome Glock and the gold D-Block Chain That I won from J Hood in a pick-up game Feeling like I'm Reggie Lewis, shit I'll probably die a shooter vic Run my mouth a lot, run up in a nigga's house to shop Treating bitches like it's Camelot, feed 'em out the trough Asher Roth, disappearing white's, slanging half the price Never that, you see my nigga's way ahead of that Zordon big headed, strong arm bench Press 'em Been through hell and back so my heart's been tested Ain't willing to die your heart's in question, nigga