make sure the guns are readyOriginally Posted by MosHigh
packed deadly and heavily
you dont want them crap rappers going steady
make sure the guns are ready
packed deadly and heavily
you dont want them crap rappers going steady
"If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live."
Hoes on knees like foes when its me they try n swindle n deceive
Spin you off your feet,Thieves melt when cops scream freeze
Ease the tention with the presure on the trigga/ nigga how u figga we throwen hands up anit tring to walk away in hand cuffs you can suck on yo mans nuts
side step any emcee tripping thinking you court this bout
I'll TKO you back down your mothers mouth when I'm enroute/
some talk a good won but always lose
Get jacked for nickels son u can't handle the truth
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
triple your penny your flames ain't worth the paper they was written on
now you just spitting wet wax with nothing to sketch an etch at/
Nigga get your best pad yo shit anit fly & anit even jet lag, Go ahead get mad
I bet you look just like that lil red head freckle faced nigga on the mag
Nigga get your best pad yo shit anit fly & anit even jet lag, Go ahead get mad
I bet you look just like that lil red head freckle faced nigga on the mag
doublin' lines with triple goose couldn't protect cha spine
watch as Sub Zero your temputure and Scorpion dat assssssssssss "Get Over Here"/
make ya smear ya tears all over ya face...let the salt disolve into ya taste until you expand at the waist...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
break you down the middle like an egg yoke dope enough you can't grasp with just an hand you facing me is like Vlad taking out Sun Tzu, it ain't happening duke/
they'll be examinations authorized by the guys behind area's in 51 different districts
spit kick flip spits drift off the tracks get cha mind back like another baseball bat/
deceived by the words of greed carry guns with my league we make you bleed with ease put your blood on the creed by eve
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
leave heads on swivels you get cha marbles tossed in the trash
so abashed to rip your mind just for the cash n crops you know how gunz n butter don't stop/
left in the gutter for the crime scene unit to mop...i'm hip to the hop and dip before any dime a witness could drop...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
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