dis some real shit hope yall peeps read it and hear wat im sayin
Febuary 23 2005

i awoke dis mornin wit my moms all bitchin...
talkin bout why i aint mop or clean up the kitchen...
shit she trippin, if she think im bout to be a maid...
be amazed, if u see a killa in da crib sweepin strays...
and days, worth of trash that she left behind...
everyday its the same old shit like i pressed rewind...
im stressed and combined wit these desperate times...
a couple years ago she disappeared so i was left to grind...
so now everyday i wake up and im straight out the doe...
headed to the block to pitch about 8 ounces of blow...
in da snow, and its slow cuz the phiens aint even woke...
shit it cold, in the windy city called chicago...
were da poe's,all know where to go if dey wanna get da dope..
and for deez hoe's, aint no hope so they mope cuz they broke...
and they choke on cum, and just hope for a crumb...
walkin the streets all day got they toes gettin numb...
and they cant find they way cuz they slow and they dumb...
dawg u see da crack cocaine dats da gold in deez slums...




it just another one of does days got me a blunt gettin blazed...
and then my minds start racin thinkin for sumthin to say...
cuz i aint really wrote about nothing in couple of weeks...
i been stuck up in da streets, tryna hustle up some g's...
and every day im in a tustle wit da muthafuckin police...
it no peace, so around here da peeps gotta hold heat...
no sleep, cuz if u not on point then them niggas'll reap...
it aint sweet, so out here i aint takin shit for granted...
just keep da heat on me and be easy cuz only bitches panic...


yall can leave feed u yall want too

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LYRICALLY KILLIN BITCHES