ok this was a qwicc collab done on aim earlier...........yo here goes........its about a plan gone wrong............


MiCsYcKlE: yo WordzWhite, we MC turned Murderahs/ everyone done heard of us/ now we on national tv cause we jackin foolz plunderous/ vision this scene so damn obscene/ stabbed a kid in his mid-teens/ damn now I'm realizin kid was only eighteen

WORDZ: im panicin, thiz catz stiff liek a maniqan, so i try to form a plan// gorgin man, my mental flaws left me to float with the hand// pulled out the burner and looked between his retnal placement// his face went, stark white when he saw me open gun chasen//

MicsYcKle: yo i feel guilty but that it aint gonna get a life back/ tha souls left and i think i was high offa crak/ evidence is obvious, it dont lack/ Five-O be chasin us 'till we in jail and back/ it sumthin i dont wanna live wid, tha wrong path/ i repent to tha lord and ask him to save-me/ hope he listens, cuz if he didnt care he would take away everythin gave-me

WORDZ: the grave-be...........nuthin gravy..........so i move on launchin grenades at sqwad car// fucc the long arm, to me they only eqwal long harm// i aint tryin to see a box or a cell// god send me to hell, only "bars" i wanna see r these written to tell...//...my plight, look at how i fucced up my life// catch a hostage and take charge with my knife// catch anutha body, gotta get rid of it and have it buried//...my bacc tensed up from all the wait i carried// so far got blood on my hands and my mind shackled by 2 corpses//........and im on the run, bein chased by ruthless task forces......
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MIcSyCkLE: swat or tha fbi, they still unfair/ cop brutality?? i could smell that in tha air/ Wordz we gotta run faster but ma sweat keeps drippin in to ma eyez/ is that a msg from God to help me realize/ maybe, maybe not/ but tha cops are gainin on us surroundin every block/ i'm visionin my self locked/ but i cant figure cause ma vision is blurry/ and im thinkin about ma families worries/ i got no more energy i might just have to go/ once was an mc, and now I might be an inmate thinkin slow
...and all this just for some dough

WORDZ: oh fucc Mic we gettin close to escape, even closer to fate// if one of us trips then we made a mistake// the cops will surround us and well be locked or shot// ayo illa round this corner............we near my spot//......oh shyt go bacc, they must have figured we go this way cuz they waitin at the buildin// didnt know we was killin, a kid with woman and children//.....shyt they shootin, jet into that alley, my pants fallin, i grab and hold em up// told to stop, so we flip over the fences and and fold our guts// stretch bacc into place and sharp turn left// shit son i musta been hit, im bleedin from the chest.......

MiCsYcKlE: yo take ma shirt and hold it against your wounds/ just a couple more blocks son, cant give up so soon/ here hold ma shoulder we gotta make it thru/ damn this rain, slippin and its gettin hard to breath/ shoulda learnt ma lesson tha first time i was victim of greed/ shit a fence, here climb on to ma hand and reach tha top/ make sure u dont fall, and i aint gonna go down to no cop/ here take right/ in tha middle of this rainy night we trapped in this scene gettin harder to survive....

WORDZ: i aint afraid to lose most of my life// keep goin we almost there but im stumblin// they catchin up runnin, accurate gunnin// cant believe it fam, we fucced up the plan// we was only supposed to rob not kill no man//........damn, we within site of bein home free// they zone me, police got a barrier set up so let me hold heat// i run at em firin and fall--- watch yu make ya escape// as bullets punish my torso and face, hope ya live ya life better than me and mo more mistakes.......

MiCsYcKlE: NO! i can't let you go but i got no other choice/ once we dreamt of rollin in bentleys and a rolls royce/ i run thru a couple more streets and get shot in tha leg/ had some shots to ma shoulder but fortunately not ma head....(next month)...we was a team, alwayz workin togetha/ never intensionz to kill but now we fuked, and i'll always rememba/ u ma dawg son, your soul still lives/ keep yo hopes up high, and take whateva God gives/still cant believe you died/ i was arrested and sentenced, for weeks i just cried/ pain took ma body and ma mind turned wild/ you was tha prodigal child/ this letter is from the prison cell to u, half of ma brethren/ hope you ight up on the 7th Heaven.....


its on the real tip...........dont sleep yall reply..............

this was sumthin me and my mans thought would make a dope song

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