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Post by WildCat on Aug 13, 2005 12:44:07 GMT -5
Niggas comin at me loco like they done lost the fuckin mind I hang wit gats out my side doo and still have time fo rhymes On a neva endin quest to stay on my grind while packin my tech 9 Niggas loosin they life fo bull shit and dying fo stealin lines This time we gone spit heat, boy we dragons in here Y’all shouldn’t step to da kidd, end up dead in here Nigga these streets is fuckin real, boi I’m mo than just writing Story’s on gunfire lighting up yo city blocks while I’m tryin To go legit, my girl she’s backin me, but everyone’s against us Its me against the world like Pac and no lawyer to defend us Wonder if anyone gone come to bat fo me, where’s my designated hitta And if it gets cold, bust my gats off to warm my hands in the winta Dinner be served cold where I’m from, microwave broke It take twice as long to do it anyway minus well be a joke Loc’ petalin coke seem to be da only way to survive Why do I try, when I can’t live like this and stay alive I give my self to days, but I tell my girl that if I die it’ll be ight I’ma go in three ways, scuicide, homocide or I’ma fall to the fight Livin right ain’t what I do nigga I move product by night Bitch I’m a vampire I do dirt but at dawn I run from the light
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Post by WildCat on Aug 13, 2005 12:53:33 GMT -5
^^UPPIN 4 FEED
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Post by phorenzik on Aug 13, 2005 16:14:04 GMT -5
same as other really, lose the dodgy text 7/10
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Post by WildCat on Aug 14, 2005 11:32:20 GMT -5
ight nigga i fixed that shit...
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Post by phorenzik on Aug 14, 2005 11:37:40 GMT -5
no u aint, well its still there
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Post by WildCat on Aug 14, 2005 14:53:35 GMT -5
oh i feel u
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Post by WildCat on Aug 14, 2005 14:54:34 GMT -5
it ain't that dodgy now
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Post by phorenzik on Aug 15, 2005 13:45:18 GMT -5
narr its still there evrywhere u put a ' it has a euro n foreign a, i dunno wot they called
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Post by clap099 on Apr 2, 2006 20:34:30 GMT -5
u really got a tech/ or u boostin stats/ "bust my gats off to warm my hands" or u just boostin gats/ nah... 4 real tho i cant spit no verse/ thats y when i spit dont curse/ yeah hova got a wild gat/
lmao im mad wack
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Post by clap099 on Apr 10, 2006 10:54:05 GMT -5
Naw you don't want to battle get ya lines fixed/ you put cereal boxes on your shoes say you rocking the kicks/ I aint from newyork but I still rep the knicks/I come from cali/ fiends in the ally/ matter a fact newyork nigga got hard acks/ but soft backs/ and small gats/ not at all mac/ forget dude yous a wanna be rapper/ I'll take your chain and wear it after/ then swear on your name in cold laughter/ and all that bitten talk all of that was borrowed/ you nothin to day "so what about tomorrow?" NIGGAS
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