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Post by pointblank on Oct 25, 2005 17:03:17 GMT -5
its still ruff but w.e here it is
im runin the block with tecs, shits a bad habbit/ hit the streets hard bitch im rollin with mista magic/
damager wraped in plastic n 100 yard scope/ put a hollow in ur throat n put ur brains on ur coat/
who said its a joke kid who the fuck said that im bluffin/ no ones laughin now when i put 3 shots in ya muffin/
im snuffin , any one who gets in my path/ using ur bitch for sacrafical blood baths/
am i mad ? na i im messed up wait im just fuckin crazy clinicly tested to justify y i just killed u an ur babie/
but frankly my gats never stop the blastin/ murder kill is what brain waves always b graspin /
never was a has been im stayin with the sick shit/ kept it real gutter even when they fliped shit/
now ask ur self one question.. are u safe on the streets?/ if the anwser is no then im gonna end ya life cheap/
or run and hide when i step foot on ur block/ straight killa when im be toltin my glock /
ar 15, mac 11's and gauges / m16s ,rugers smith in wesson drop when they blazzin/
endless blastin leavin u a parapligic / its point blank and mista magic kid betta belive it /
cuz they aint no sunshine on this side of the hood/ just buckel up and mob threw the night like a true thug should/
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Post by dipset on Oct 25, 2005 18:56:33 GMT -5
Yo bro dat shyt was tight dawg i think you on heavey wieght fo real man yo ima go rank yo now iight dawg peace
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Post by GoldSoulja on Oct 26, 2005 15:56:30 GMT -5
Heavy
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