I been shot too many times ta count dogg//
Yo, I been in and out of homes too many times to follow the law//
I've been shitted on, spit on, beat on, and cheated on//
I lived on the streets, cold meats, rusty heat kept me warm//
Grew up broke, the only boy, my sister was mentally slow//
Fought every nigga that laughed at her, my life is somethin' you don't know//
Well here's an introduction, explain my pain and why i'm gun clutchin'//
Why I don't got emotions, if you seen what i've seen, you would cry oceans//
It started back when I was livin' in another place, peep what happened//
Some sick nigga felt my sis up, an hour sooner, I would've smashed him//
Sis told moms, and moms told the P.D.//
3 hours later, H.R.S. came to get sister and me//
Put us in a foster home, snatched us cryin' from mom's arms//
Mom looked like she wanted to die, both of her babies were gone//
It was some pig sty in there, learned how to box from that//
Foster boy took no crap, first day I gave a nigga a head wrap//
Kicked him down the stairs, agency said I needed more guidance//
Put me in a home, no windows, no visitation, only violence//
Eventually we both came home, but home was different//
Moms said fuck this shit, and we moved where we paid rent//
Different block, same shit, met my cousin I didn't know until then//
Me and him, lil' bum niggas, destined for the pen//
Got into everything, from stealin' nutraments to robbing grayshell//
Everything wrong, we did it well, D.C., our home, Earth's hell//
In school we held our own, didn't need a crew of niggas//
We had eachothers back, like parenthesis and garbage pail stickers//
Jason and Scott had guns at 13, lil' pre-teens//
With grown schemes, yeah we made a sick ass team//
We got into normal shit, bullyin' niggas and gettin' bullied//
Any nigga we couldn't beat, we kept the improvised weaponry//
But as the 80's turned to the 90's, shit got different//
Chris died, I went ballistic, right after all mom's money was spent//
Fams couldn't take it, flipped it, we're going south//
Didn't change shit, gettin' suspended for havin' a city mouth//
Still broke, I did what any real nigga would do//
Found out who was who, who did what, and pushed my way through//
Three years in the counrty, I had niggas callin' me bigger//
Sold it all, fuck the bullshit, why you think they called me bigger?//
I had the Bronco by 16, niggas wasn't seein' this cream//
'Til some older cats tried to rob the kid, I woke from that dream//
What'd I do? I sold my shine's for my first carbine//
Around the world is grime, nigga, I had to protect mines//
Kept servin', moved up from steamed ounces to compressed pounds//
From mini missles, to handheld pistols with blunt rounds//
Soon I had more armor than money, called my dunny, unioned the money//
Took that trip, equipped with black steel, that shit wasn't funny//
Came back, flipped what I had, kept it movin', I must've been snoozin'//
'Cuz when ya team's losin', then somebody is bound to start shootin'//
Got robbed by my own CO-D, The nigga popped 3 off in me//
Tossed me out of his whip, like some bullshit Hollywood movie//
I'm in surgery, fightin' for recovery, mom and sis huggin' me//
Made me promise to give my life to God, but Satan was holdin' me//
I needed payback, simple as that//
Come on, that was my man's, the same kid form the story track//
You heard that?//
I let him breath for a while, had our lil' don't aim shoot-outs//
I guess another nigga he crossed wasn't playin', and took his ass out//
So life went on, more drama, more money, more murders//
I laugh 'cuz Heaven is a place most ain't even heard of//
Gave shots, took shots, fuck all the talkin'//
Niggas play dead for life, all from sqwakin'//
I seen niggas get murdered, not takin' the threats serious//
What is you delerious? I take this to the heart//
Keep playin', i'm gonna put ya heart on ya Clark's//
I done left niggas stinkin', what the fuck is y'all thinkin'?//
IF I die, i'm going to hell, with a smirk, and winkin'//
Done bad, at times I even fuckin' done good//
But the good shit don't mean shit in any given hood//
Did what I had to do, I chose death over another cell//
That sums it up, my life... in a brass shell//

damn fam.... that shit was ill.. flowed dawg style yo, pumpin.. na'm'say'n.. yo str8 pac like story rap, I was lovin' it yo... kept my interest, way better than your usual as far as content goes.. I can tell by the vocab u used you know what you're talkin 'bout..

"Kept servin', moved up from steamed ounces to compressed pounds//"....

tha's a pure slanga thing, y'all custy nigas ain't even know that shit.. lol.. you givin' up the tricks-a the trade dawg.. weight=money... water=weight.. steam=water.. lol. .

holla dawg, uppin' dis joint 4-real..

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Just reppin' for the fam, and tellin' niggas how it went down for me... don't sleep on this joint. One of my deepest spits EVER, holla at ya boy, and let me know what's up.

Y'all fools are always sleepin'... can I get some feedback? What a nigga gotta do?

Whack Piece man...Extremely whack...LA FAMILIA are some whack niggaz.......Lol..Just playin dawg...This piece was Sickkkkkkk.
been shot too many times ta count dogg//
Yo, I been in and out of homes too many times to follow the law//
^^^^^^How many times have u been shot

NO DOUBT THAT WAS THE RAWESS I EXPECT FROM SOMONE OF YOUR LEVEL TIGHT ISH

Good lookin' out with the comments y'all... it's niggas like y'all that make me wanna keep spittin' and shit. Other cats who sleep fuckin' suck. Man... I been shot 3 times. Once in the leg, once in the side, and once in the stomach. Sucks yo... i'm aight though, just makes ya stronger. Feel me?

E-nig...good flow man...nice setup...sorry bout the bullets but you bringin the ill nasty flow on this piece..uppin for La Familia on this. You comin into your own....but wheres ya fam? ...i dont see them postin much...only Blunt.

nice piece, very ill
overall: same as others...nice vocab, tight content, heated flow!
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Keep uppin'! I need some comments on this joint, I wanna keep it on the boards. HOLLA.

REAL RAPS SON, CALM DOWN YOU KNOW THE KID WAS COMING THROUGH SOON TO UP THIS HOT FIERY JOINT. MAN YOU AND BLUNT GOT SOME STUFF TO SAY TO THE WORLD ON THE REAL. UPPPPIIINNNN ALL THE WAY HOMES. YOU CAN'T GET ANY REALER MAN, DO IT HOMEBOY!

LA' FAM. REPPIN' HARDCORE MATERIAL!

Uppin' this joint... give me some feedback. Don't sleep on this shit. HOLLA............................................. ........................................