Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money By all means instead of 2 beat, call me Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base Lawyer paid up,
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
got my temperature risin', from your hips to your thighs an' That glare in your eyes'll brighten up a horizon It comes naturally I don't bribe 'em as easy as 1, 2
a pistol I'll release missiles through tissue when one of 'em hit you Surprise! Yo' eyes is closed, you chose to go past the flow So I will close yo'
with 2nd Hand sec, this on? 2nd Hand Smoke, yeah yeah 2nd Hand Smoke Alright ladies and gentlemen prepare yourself This is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You
you here? Are you happy? Do you care? Why's my pain look just like yours? Something that you can?t ignore Come from behind closet doors Look in my eyes
chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First I'm cool with you Then I'm not When you run up on me I pop pistols
These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five >from my nigga, who live close
even starts, sit back relax and neva losin my composure, brotha done told ya, betta beware. 'cause this Mo Thug clique got plenty soldiaz, just open yo eyes
What the fuck iz goin on [2x] that nigga eyein me [4x] What the fuck iz goin on [2x] that nigga tryin me [4x] [Lil Scrappy] fuck the bullshit beat dat
own sack, never wanted to hit your bud Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body froze Close yo' eyes
over 2 dolars, ready to die for 5, ready to ride on 9, better be bout your change lettin hang at all times, ready to fight high, duckin them blue eyes
won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons) I keep my pistol
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about? Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores Scream and shout my similes and metaphors Mansion doors I constantly close
Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about? Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores Scream and shout my similes and metaphors Mansion doors, I constantly close
Do you want a taste? What I see when I look at you A rugged dude, but a gentleman too With your hat tilted to the side I get a chill from those pretty brown eyes
for the drop (yeah) then drop it Chorus: drop the needle drop the needle drop the needle drop the needle Verse 2: the needle drops like a pistol
carpentry like my pops Big pain in the bottom of his back and it be hurtin him, damn! [Chorus - Mr. Porter] Ohhh, I close my eyes and all I can see is
