Thomas Button

Stuck in the game. Me against the world, babe. Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city. The cops is hot for me. The projects is full of bullets. The bodies is droppin'. There ain't no stoppin me. Constantly movin' while maken millions. Leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings. Caries the children because they're killin'. Addicted to killin'. Hard headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in his casket. The aftermath, more bodies being buried. I'm losen my homies in a hurry and the appeal from the cap peelin' without feelin'... But will they last or be blasted.