Wreckage Manner - Styles P & Havoc

Wreckage MannerStyles P & Havoc

Quotable Lyrics:
I am stone cold, I could ring Medusa’s bell
Tell that b*tch to bow down, I’m greater than the king
Look in my eyes, I’m fire, I done chewed through hell
Done some sh*t on my lonely that you couldn’t believe
I ain’t trying to bring her homie, just some sh*t up my sleeve
‘Nother one on my waist, if I hit up your face
You got a girl? Tell that b*tch to get ready to grieve