12 Man Carry

I love to smoke that paranoia make ya see the truth

Walk in the room with hella cash it's ponchos up to the roof

I feel the vibes don't know this nigga but I sure peep how he move

This Mr's walking with a mac ten and a cane so smooth

Be slow to move its too much dope and tension up in this room

I had to cancel on him call your boss and tell him the truth

How niggas fucked up homie bread when he tried to pinch off the loot

Pow, Hit him, Bullseye, I got him, right in his jaw

And when you pull up to the ER better not tell'em who you saw

Police interrogating, this nigga in the room crying a song

When rats get desperate they get hungry and squeal all night long