One line rhyme-bringin it back!!

scoring buckets at will....my will is to kill... i love the thrill...it's a rush i get inside...like ur girl on my dick ...ready to ride or die...

Creamin ya girls thigh had me thinkin of a twinky/ "He cant pleasure me cuz his dick iz like my pinky"/

on the street all night watching ladies/my rhymes infect ya mind like rabies/from now untill u have babys/killa rob always gonna keep it crazy/

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Crazy gun fights kid my eye turn lazy, Shots done faze me, even if they hit or graze me/

listen her dood, i was just chillin and relaxin/your like sumthing i need to take with a asprin/blow ya away with the lryical mack ten/

smack men smacking Lips yappin axe stabbing Im man Handling Pulmeling Slamming ,

verse two, im r-a-w, lyrically muggin u, aint rideing wit a crew

Dew Moist..... Trapped ./ Rolled Joint.. She Gives Good Head! // Laughed...: Fell On Back...!!

Tical getta is a disgrace, fuckin lace his face with mace

How U Say ... Sour Taste? ... Check Join Date../. Wit Ur 87 Posts As Of Day...// Message Sent.... Invent /... Never Forget.>!

Trigga born in the foul year of 1987, givin me the right ta pull out the 9, an leave u wif a 187

Raezah done ran da streets in 87....bundles sellin ...tech spraying...snitch slaying....T.N.T formed cuz of me...my diesel lock downs corners like ur mom walk da streets...

Accomplishin feats Performin the tasks, Robbin da robbers wif no gun only da masks/

hold ups wit white boys and fake badges...talking everything from cigarrettes, to drug stashes... whiplash from my gunblast u stinkin bastard...

Rewind the tapes, snitches play it to the jakes, Inhale it until u break, slither until u snake