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Expresions, coments and my future profesions, my homz, my klan, my worthless depressions, my name, my pride, my girl, my tensions, me poor, ma work cursin wrecked up D mensions, ... the stories and facts that made me this way, this band is reality is all i can say, my life my days all lyrical and shaped, as the peeps burn along the statments they make! its H [recognize it modafuckaz]
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Genre
Hip-Hop Freestyle
Charts
Peak #5,918
Peak in subgenre #303
Author
Hz
Uploaded
February 23, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:56
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Verse 1 Did ya eva notice why these crocks n dons, underneath ma palm,every sight sayin SALAM, bust a nigga on ma signal if im there o gone, masive tactics of blood stains, flesh and arms, you betta ease your tones, cause i be listnin, these walls got heavy alarms, knowin wat you wishin, besides im all sweaty n on, so dont be peakin, inside cause you be disin the phone, breakin relation .. [heavy laugh] ive got ma beefs in control got ma veets on the low, ma respect still lays high fo chicks ba not fo hoes, "make odaz no wat u got n respect those who respect urz" keep your nose clean if so you must score some K.O's, as we no, if you even act like a hero, i might tear your atmosphere stright down to - zero, my words are my bulits 911 if need shows? tie you to nagasaki "adios amigo" Verse 2 ur legs shakin befo u even grab a gun, man this shits endin provin ur ass a nun, the power ur mind controls dosnt lets u run, so u betta watch when u say i wanna be a gangsta son, haha gangsta first learn to grab ma lun, other then that rewind up those talent hunts, in other words stop with those fable's son, you act like that you aint standin a second punk, [move ova bytch] if i find about bitches going down my profile n hobbies, i might enter there lobbies and burn the FUCK out there mommies, while you keep searchin my ass like the raped girl in abbudabi, your lil gangs on fire daddy bought you a new wocky talky, i tic* like a bomb and make you cracks dead in a flick, i prove shit* slicker then youz suckers invented a sandwich, i rather switch on an untuned station then dis, your ass ..... modafuka dead? ..... khaaaaak spit!
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