come ta fuck up da game/its still stayin the same/keep sellin records till ya expirience fame.....
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come ta fuck up da game/its still stayin the same/keep sellin records till ya expirience fame.....
red dot stained ur vest... armor piercing lays u on ur chest...bloods now fills da projects...
Crazy nights filled with stashes of weed and sess, man those motherfucking nights are the best
Under the half moon crest,we build till our last breath,some say im a fashest,but im just like u nigga im out 4 the cash an....
Automatic Teller Machine... Transaction Complete Plotting Scheme.. Money Come Out Of Screen.. /// Printer.. Clean.. !!!
we got it sewn 2 the seem,break that, divide that,pass it 2 the team,even a gangbangers favorite colors green!!
only da Jets rock green wit white...in my hood bloods draped in red and black...always strapped ...never afraid 2 bust them gatts... soundview where ur at...
In tac , in the trenches in ma nine shells flowing like tommorows sunshine
shit aint bright up in here...let me light up ur face and make u disapear...
burn rubber on your face when shifting gears
Saddened By Loss. > < Trickling Tears.. . Simple Toke.. Blazing "4 20" Years.. !!
Imagine your most dear trembling in fear and corrupted by guilt.
Imagine a child playing with blocks, not knowing what to build.
stopping on yeild...keep spraying fumes u gonna get ur gas tank filled//
brain on shrooms illed...jumping dooms 30 feet up on no bike u gonna get killed//
i wonder how much liquor was spilled, remembering those that have perished
leaving behind the people they cherished
bitches wit big tits a big ass all hairless//
aids infested no rubber so careless//
walking around bare assed bitches get red faced and embarrassed
big bone bitches up in da trenches...slim bikini holder after your pension...model dimes leave them home alone they rob u blind...
we can meet at night, lettin the wolves feed at night, while I'm ready for a fight
stalactyte sharp rendevous in the dark impediments parked You hear the queefs?? the what?? the pussy farts
Yo spittin written shit/in da temple of darts/N...takin it back ta were the one line rhyme starts....
lines hot crisco sizzles refined darts razor sharp my mind arcs
Edward Scizzor Hands type ish, sweeter then Johnny Depp with kids
fine art of killing wit guilltines razor sharp
car parts dropped axle bent mcpherson strutt fucked car acci-dent
1-800-lawyers...i saw ur crew at da station...loose lips sink ships...u rat as bitches...watch my razor leave behind stitches...
leaving behind a brother in arms cuz life's a bitch
and then u die...take out as many enemies your aim can produce...and when ur out of slugs...don't forget u know how to tie a noose....one love.........
I bust slugs at sluggish thugs faking Love to embrace the smug...
go bust ur slugs and reload...just so u know my aims like GI Joe....i'll hit ya in da jaw... so u can taste my four four...now nod since u can't speak if u want more....
I pump whores bloated by eating soft melted smores idiots put on ignore always asking.. What For?
what for?...cuz I'm from da streets...hit u wit a beggars arms and knock u off ur feet...
mops get sweeped off the burner with this heat reign with hail snow and sleet
got my tims on my feet...ready 2 walk da streets rain snow or sleet...to keep warm i also pack some heat...
leaping leapords leashed lollypop faces retreating retracting and reeling
reeling bitches in with thongs and g strings...dancing on poles brings da dough in...call me a pimp... nah just a good looking ni66a ...wit hot bitches bringing in 6 figures.....
with big tits that bounce more then tigger, ripping you apart with ma art giving off heat to those whos rymes are weak
heat seek enemy emcee's wit third eye sight, smart bomb optimus prime hangin wit the underground like stalagmites
Ayo Son Bush Aint Right/
Keepin Troops In Iraq/
Bringin Heat Ta Other Countries/
My Nigga Just Lost His Life/
lost never forgotten...i ve been in 2 wars shit i did and saw...is enough 2 haunt me for 2 lives...sorry 4 ur lost...
Bush is like 50... hides behind his mouth with all that security...first chance i get ....one will get another hole in the jaw... the other sent home in wooden box.... for the republicans to morn...maybe then our troops will come home....