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//