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jus another story
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give me da weed n pass da papers,n inhale these maryijuana vapors// here's da dro n dutch,my nigga roll another blunt up// my veins dont pump blood,blood liquid thc n i shit lead like my gun// i spit lyrics n shit rhythm,n make niggaz in jail wild out in prison// my names known in da hood,jus look at a buildin my names carved in da door wood// da trees n breeze echo my words in da wind,n da streets r my only friend// i was born n raised on da block,stayed on da down low hidin from cops// i dont give a fuck,n drive around buckin off shots,from out my drop// here's da plot these bullets goin make u faceless,n leave u on da ground lifeless// so if u have n e las words,here's ya chance 2 say'em b4 ur head hits da curb// u niggaz r cowards,so stop frontin like u got da man power// ill erase ya,like erasers,liek words off a paper,kill u now n bury u later// i become 1,wit my gun,hit u in ur back when u run,or when u wit ya son// i do shit 4 da terror in ya eyes,n 2 hear ya screams when u cry// dont hate cuz i was born 2 ride,n dat u bound 2 die,wit open eyes// u niggaz r snakes straight up bitch,who's life stop wit yo body all lumped in a ditch// u mutha fuckas arent real,jus rappers who act tough wit a deal// -hook- its jus anotha murder she wrote anotha fuckin story dats spoke// express my life,through da lyrics i write jus anotha side,of me trapped inside verse2 i smoke weed cuz in hell its da only thing u can trust, n my dog til da end is my gun cuz its neva hesitant 2 bust// in fights wit da lord,but at war wit da devil, n no matta wut i do im stuck forever in da ghetto// i dont ride a beat or park on da track,but combine rhythm n flow when da mics attacked// cut my grass short,so i see u snakes n put u on life support// im a cut throat cold hearted nigga,dat goes from allik war 2 raw killa// i dont bite flows,or chase hoes,or roc no cheap ass clothes// i spit my own style,n only fuck girls as wild as me,who fuck 4 free,perform in orgies,n live sucker free// got no time 4 snitches n fakes,bitches n dates,so u betta b out da house,or on da couch by 8// dis hammer will make,ya pop like grapes,n when u bitches sign dis contract u cant holla rape// my body's filled wit drugs,while ur bodys stuffed wt slugs// u niggaz r scrubs n bitches is pideons,im sry but uglyness is part of ur religion -hook- verse3 u hataz arent foolin no one,only thing u tuck is a tool gun// bullets r like drugs in yo system they exit like urine when u pissin,n da festies u shittin,u niggaz betta listen,when class is in session,or meet my smith n wesson// i speak every moment in truth,when i record in da booth,givin time 4 a truce// hataz dotn let ur wives roamor i might jus take her home,make her give me sum dome,n ride dis bone,cuz i kno she hate bein all alone// now u got ur tongue in her mouth n suckin her lips,n technically suckin my dick,cuz i busted nuts on her tongue,n down her throat went my cum bitch// kidnap ya kids,n u kno wut i can do,so u sure im da 1 2 play hero wit,put ur family's life at risk,cuz u kno,like i kno ur shots will miss,n ill end up cuttin ur childrens wrist// im severing heads,n preparin death beds,n wont hesitate 2 leave murder victims bodies red// here's how i play,first its intercourse than ill ask 4 names// ima b a player 4 life,who kno's maybesumday 1 of u late nite fucks will b my wife// i love pussy but i hate bitches,especially a complainin,cryin bitch niggaz// fuck it im done wit da story,cuz ive had my fill of guts n glory// dis tracks over,til next time a mics hangin over my shoulders// -hook- newest in B.A.M im cummin like dicks in orgies |
ayt i see peeps have viewed dis piece so write sumtin damn y u people jus skim through shit n not leave good or bad reports on it tell me wtf u think shit
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