this is some shit i spit at this wannabe hustla that borrowed a dollah from me the other day. i was like
yo, you broke and whack/ you act/ tough//, askin fo a dollah to catch the bus// i guess// you must// of missed the hint///, hustla's// holdin stacks not a borrowed 99 cents///, my time will not be spent/// battlin this fakah//// its a waste there no use you ain't got no papah//// theres no prize for rippin you beyond recognition/////
i'm the cause of your resignation///// to save you the embarassment////// don't bother spittin go home write it and mail it//////
or somethin along those lines it was all of the dome so its hard to remember it exact but i ripped him up. he came back with some shit bout holdin gats er somthin so i spit anotha
i was like
first of all/ fuck guns, knifes are more personal/ i don't need no arsonal/ to disgrace you// i'll take you outta this place dude// before you could say shoot// I always play rough/// cause Sagnasty streets stay tough/// all we bout is makin that papah///
no time for this no skill wanna be fakah///
thats all i can remember on that one but that kid got ripped. i keep my shit off the dome.
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