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09-24-04, 03:03 PM
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Middle Weight
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True story of a 'gangsta'
IP: 0825 899A
At the age of 15, he was way too young to hit the block
Even so, the peer pressure made him strap the chrome glock Smart kid, but he aint show up to school that much Busy skippin wit the homies, smokin that good stuff He rolled wit them g's, and he swore he was tough Thought that black flag and sterlin chain made him look ruff And everytime he fought he had a look so serious Had to let them niggas know, he would show no fear in this Started goin up the ranks, and the power got to his head Thought it was a game, didnt know bold niggas end up dead Didnt listen to his mama, and his pops couldnt tell him shit Said his family didnt respect him, so he stayed wit his click Hook: You wanna ride how them gangstas ride? You wanna pack the heat by yo side? So you wanna roll wit the g's man? Its aint a club its life or death fam He wanted that green fast so he got on the grind Stacked money like bricks, and wrote ill rhymes in spare time Said them other niggas couldnt touch him, or even brush him Ask him about his enemies and he'd say "fuck em" He was unconcerned with the numerous death threats Said them cats was too pussy to put holes in his chest He got tipsy one night and decided to party crash Swirvin down the highway, car filled wit burnin hash Destination was on the westide, where them true bloods stay Didnt give a damn, he was strapped for that southern gunplay Got to the party, stepped out the car and hollared "b's down!" Drunk and high out his mind, his vomit splattered on the ground Hook: You wanna ride how them gangstas ride? You wanna pack the heat by yo side? So you wanna roll wit the g's man? Its aint a club, its life or death fam Barily stood on his own as he swagged from side to side Nobody stepped out so he screamed "only scary bitches hide!" Bass was thumpin in the house and he saw shadows in the windows 5 niggas came out the crib to bring this conflict to a close He threw up that 6, and said "fuck bloods bitch!" Niggas he was up against trigger fingers suffered from chronic itch They recognized his face took the opportunity to remove him from this place 5 slugs in the stomach and blood poured from his waist He fell back on the car, head leaned up to the stars Sobered him up quick as he leaked outta permanent scars He slowly slumped down to the cold hard concrete The red gushin out his mouth preventin him to speak Janked his mama's car now his soul just got stole Congratulations kid, now you know how true gangstas roll Hook: You wanna ride how them gangstas ride? You wanna pack the heat by yo side? So you wanna roll wit the g's man? Its aint a club, its life or death fam tell me what yall thought about that, and before anyone ask i dont claim shit
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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me." -Young Buck Last edited by mistah_tate : 09-24-04 at 03:28 PM. |
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09-24-04, 03:56 PM
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Banned: Cheating
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IP: 5043 32F4
im gonna just say 2 words aight (needs work)
get at my open mic rate it aight and yers is about 6.3/10 |
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09-24-04, 04:13 PM
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Flyweight
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IP: D26C 0847
i thought that shit was coo'...could use a lil more complexity n shit...but who am i...1
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09-24-04, 04:15 PM
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Banned: Cheating
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IP: 5043 32F4
^are you talkin about my shit or yer shit? and go post in my thread for my song and im waitin
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09-24-04, 04:37 PM
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#5
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Middle Weight
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IP: 3240 794D
uppin for more feed
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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me." -Young Buck |
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09-24-04, 04:55 PM
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NO SURRENDER
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IP: 828D 0B7A
i fort it was good bro, sounds jus like sum1 i know!!
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09-24-04, 07:06 PM
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Light Weight
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IP: 6A1B 8FA6
that shit was strait yo, dont listian to exclusive that bitch is like 13
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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB -crunchy blac(three 6 mafia) i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged -styles p(the lox) u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice -I 20 Quote:
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