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Ya'll folks still don't know who u dealin wit
But in a few seconds u gon' hear wut we killin' wit/
Money we stay stealin it,
Some MC's are like 3" dicks..I'm not feelin' it/
I feel like committing homicidal crimes on a massive scale
Yeh i resort to desperate measures if drastic fails/
Most chicks think about jewels and skin-tight clothin'
Me I have street dreams of me & my team Hi-Rollin'/
Gotta make money off these lyrics,its too cold 'n
The 1's in my pocket ain't even worth foldin'/
They just crumpled like my insides beneath my ribcage
Only way for me to survive is spill my guts on this page/
Nicca u not me til u walk 10miles in my Timz
U won't See what I see til u look through these lens/
F*CK tha moral support,the hell with Street Credibility
My words move any1,consider 'em verbal mobility/
Some1 say they gonna murk ya believe they speakin tha truth
B4 they do tha deed without leavin no substantial proof/
I'm not ya average chick,rappin in booths
Im also tha one with bloodstains front and back of her boots*

Couldnt think of another title,jus put up anything.Hope yall enjoyed it.Stay ^
-Avi
also peep Holocaust poem