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I agree with JTR: Get a blog for all this. There just might be other ppl wanting to use this thread! Or go write a book or something.
Funny.
I’ve seen that font used on quite a lot of occassions. Sadly never had a camera handy to take a picture.
Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
KnowhatI’mean? Have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
Won’t trust ya, I’d rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
for the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the Range Rover
All jewelled like Liberace
You watch me while Jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
But I’ll be on the low sippin Asti Spumante
Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
but keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
If I’m out of town one of my crew’ll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team’s inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain’t a damn thing funny
I’m caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
Got G’s in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me
There’s a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can’t hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It’s similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop’s control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I’m not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It’s like mixin vodka and milk
I’m goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I’m fallin and I can’t turn back
or maybe it’s the words from my man Killa Black
that I can’t say so it’s left a untold fact, until my death
My goal’s to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
Q, U, too much drama to get into
And niggaz regret when they begin to
Regardless of your name or what you been through
Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude
Life ain’t the game that it seems to be
Fuck a fantasy I’m leaving in reality
Caught up in this untouchable mentality
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
The Foundation, the Queens nation
Up in Queens, shit is for real we abouts to get hectic
Word up
No smartasses around anymore who tell me how to live..i again say..piss off!!!
If you think your brillant enough to tell others what to do and how to live i say no one is good enough to tell em how to live.No one is my boss and i always awnser to those with a double blow in the face, please remember i am from the south side..nothing funny to deal wtih and certainly not one to educate ..
I have a little friend now.She is so sweet.It’s a killer pitt bull (5 years old)used as a fight dog.This dog is amazing, she bites in trees completly killing it and has a no fuck attitude towards anyone or anything who’s unfriendly to me.Do i hate the idea of letting her fight with other dogs, it has become her caracter as she had almost killed another pitt of a friend of mine leaving the dog with holes in the head that needed to get done with a stapler, the dog looks like frankenstein now with those staples in her head.A real fighter/killer.I love it.She has a good life with me now, no more dog fights, no more trainig, just chillin with me.So if any of ya’ll smatasses try tell me how to live or what to do…please come to rotterdam south and i’ll show you the meaning of real drama.
i could her “killa” on the street but when she’s with me chillin i call her “mousesy”
BTW to gbd and jtr……please come to the south side fools…..meet my click, my special and my dog..see what you’ll say next.
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
no love for them other crews and rival kids
all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
and if they don’t they need to buy a watch
word up
This dog, this machine, she has made toothpicks out of wooden poles 10cm by 10 cm thick 2 meters long that used to hold my fence faster then your regular saw will do.Balls, sticks, rope etc…won’t last longer then 5 minutes before she bites it to pieces.She can jump 2 meters high and runs fast as a car.yeyeyeyey
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain’t wit that trickin shit
I’m like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Pushin a Lex, now I’m set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I’m stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew’s all about loot
Fuck lookin cute, I’m strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
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