P.T. 2001

Lyrics

Jigga don't test me Or you'll be feeling crunchy minds don't asked me I'll be poppin caps in demons as-prin I Know you're drooling off my beats here's a napkin I got the drug for the east and the west coast I got a new kind of blunt for the holy ghost Shekinah glory make your fused is a nice choke I hate to tell you 'bout my ministry ain't no joke Do you feel me yo Shut yo mouth, Tonéx dropping that dirty south T.Boy, 5'0 gonna make it bounce