"Pop The Trapper"
Two techs and a uzi/I'm ready to pop
Any fish on the beach/and watch them flop
Machete in my bunk/these sharp blades will chop
Skiing with my nose/this snow got me hot.
Flip bricks/like I'm building a house
Stuff them in my trailer/and roll down south.
Texas for breakfast/lunchtime with the chief.
Yes the police/pay the tax on the sweets..
It's work before pleasure/forever my hustla code.
The dope I sold/is like one bar of gold.
made fiends outta hoes/who use to be fine to me.
But after 6 months/they walking dead zombies..
turning tricks for a hit/yeah the cycle repeats.
My pop hustle too/till he got capped in the streets..