Testi:
Kill The Young Nothing Left To Write

's nothing left to write There's nothing left to writeThere's nothing ever left to write There's nothing ever left to write There's nothing ever left

dope fiends, young nigga horny Hot nuts, you know how it go [50/50 Twin] On my block, you can find my cap turned backwards Chilling with some killas

at the fight But damn once again if you pan left at the ice If you the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'

Niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill

got a D Cause History meant nothing to me Except a definite nap That's why I always sat in the back I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme Cause I didn't

I drop my last 16, so sick teens will stop write! A vicious comeback, never ever left, but it had a rest Now they want to arrest, cus we kill and molest

through the chest through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killers Who become rich as dope dealers? Nothing left

What uuup!? This past year was a rough ride, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would

about Left lane, yung boss Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out We about to take it straight to the white house Cook crack clean it up then I write