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I'll try out
I got 2 smokin barrels and Imma bout to use em both I unload 100 rounds and you'll die from da gun smoke I unleash a flurry of punches that'll leave clueless C.R.I.P.Im tryin out/loadin up/and ready to do this Imma vet dubbed newb cuz da site calls me that Imm a morden day magician with tricks in my hat This is To all the other newbs who bite/feed/and hate Da says take yo time/Quit bitching/ and elevate |
U might wanna change tha name no Beef just a suggestion
Much Respect |
Cowards
Run In Packs |
lmfao^^^^^
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In Da Middle Of A War Smokin Da Ses
Its The Mic Killa Labeled K-a-s Ima Flow Till The Day I Rest You Wont Stop Hearing Me Till You Accept Me As Da Best Its The Ear Drums Of Yall That I Finesse Its Kasanova With A Fresh Lyrical Bulldozer For Yall To Try To Get Over But Like Curing Aids It Cant Be Done You Will Never See Kas On The Run Betta Chance Seein Him Flash The Gun To A Old Ass Nun Fuckin With Her Calling Her Hun Yo Im Sick Of The Wack Gettin Riches And Fame When They Should Be Acredditing My Name I Slept For A Minute Tryin To Be Holy But The Currency Like Always Controls Me Its The Extended Sick Of You Who Pretended To Be A Wiseguy When Its My Style That I Lended Instead Of Prolonging Shit Ima End It To My Familys Doing Time For The Game They Couldnt Abort When The Only Reason They Sold Drugs Was Cause They Had A Fam To Support Its Like This Shits A Trap And Like A Net Im Caught Whether Its Being Sold Or Bought My Skill Cannot Be Stolen But It Can Be Taught Call Me The Hardcore Professor The Microphone Molester This Rhyme Is For My People On The Corner At Night Or The Gangsters That Drive Around Looking For A Fight Not For The Niggaz Thinkin They Can Smoke Cuz They Got A Light Rhyme Number Three Ima Leave Wondering When The Next Will Be Just Remember This Style Imported From Nyc |
a yo fuck y'all slob ass niggaz cuz,
C-R-I-P wut iz niggaz u got a problem wit wut em sayin' then get at me cuz, its nuthin SLOB-ASS NIGGAZ |
WUUUT!
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Gambino, you say your crip? spit your lit bitch, if you cant spit it quit reppin' :nono:
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You too BK, all yall niggas tryin to rep need to spit your lit or dont say shit bout crip, Folks up nigga
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wut da hell is a C.R.I.P.
wut it sstand for blooooooooddddd... |
Crips Up B's Down Nigga Thats Jus' The Way It Is....bk All Day Ma Fucka
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...but "B" comes before "c"...right?
but aiyo, imma quit...lol....thats is childish...RICKETTS...lol |
lol.....lol....thats true
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lmfao...........thaz gay.........SQUAD UP
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Yo "Folks Fo' Life" how you gun post up tryin to rep. tha Nation and you got yo name highlighted in Red. Ya'll niggaz got yo knowledge all fucked up. 74 GD Hoover Folks. Nigga i bang my set to tha fullest. "Bang bang bang ain't nuttin but a Folk Thang. If i shall die show me no pity, bury my bones in Gangsta City. Throw two black rags across my feet, put two pitch forks on my chest, and tell king Hoover i did my best." Fuck all slobz.
A.D.I.D.A.S. All Day I Diss A Slob. |
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