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You Aint Hard
VERSE 1 Keep talk'n that shit and i'll leave u tossed in a trunk bent ova in da yard, u aint gotta drop da soap to be fuck'd these pussy niggas bring beef so i answer back Hood_Bitch, gotta Tat of a dick and a faggot nigga to go wit dat i say fuck u to them niggas from Milwaulkee W and when u drop sum shit like dis, niggas in da hood is luv'n u this nigga got Pac and Slim in his sigg so he must be ride'n wit Afternath like niggas from Hoover crip ima show you dat real shit, Cali niggas is beast thought he could turn XCell on me like u from da East but neva that, its the end for u, dat Eagle ill leave u bent u like cellphones nigga, Next-to-Tel 1st to Sprint |
ay...on da real i was feelin dis a bit...and tha cell phone meta/punchline was cold as hell...but anyway, i'll give u a 7/10...cuz i felt tha cosistant flow in dis piece...stay up and dont take no shit...*LOL at tha last line again*...4real
and whoeva u talkin bout need to see dis too...yall battlin yet...*damn i hate semi-instigatin*...LMAO |
man how can u belive this moron mathmatics started the beef then he writes a song bout it as if it wasn't his fuckin fault only immature lil fuckin bitches can't take responsibily for there own actions
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ignoring him
uppin dis |
ay...fuck da beef...peep my OM (link in sig)...and BOTH of yall leave feedback...4real
*LMAO at my own interruption* |
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Fucka Beef, Lol Anyway You Need Elevation, Nuff Said |
the cellphone line did it 4 me that was fire i on know whats up wit the beef but its fire
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Yo fo real that cell line was hot, the rest was aight for me, but seriously that last line was dope.
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