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what up kid? i shit is rough doing your bid when the came you shoulda slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for back it's done plus congratulations you you got a son i heard he looks like you, why don't lady write you? told her she visit, that's when she got hyper flip it, about he acts too rough he didn't listen he be while i'm telling him stuff i was like yeah, don't care, she a snake too fucking with the niggaz from fake crew that hate you but yo, guess who got shot in the jeromes niece, on her way home from joes club plus little rob is selling all the time hanging out with young thugs all carry 9's at night time more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are together? if so hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest say to herb, ice and bullet I left a half a hundred in your You was my nigga when push came to One what? one
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born, you'll be out soon, stay strong out in new york the same shit is on the stalking, loud-mouths is talking hold, check out the story yesterday i was walking the nigga you last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother, i heard him and he be on your block your man gave him your and now they run together, up son, whatever i'm on the streets i'm a put it to a cease when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a piece on the island but now with [???] better chill them niggaz will put that ass on fire last time you you said they tried you in the showers i when you come home the corner's ours on the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal but chill, see you on the v i i gave mom dukes loot for kicks [???] flicks your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might beat his case, 'til he come i play it low key so stay civilised, flies incarcerated your mind [dies] i hate it when your mum it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a i've got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one
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sometimes i sit back a budda sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the written in school text books, bibles, a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er so i be ghost from my i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' while i'm sleeping a two day stay, you may say i the time alone to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at you see the have me stressed something terrible fucking with the corners have a nigga up in vue or h.d.m., hit with numbers 8 to 10 a future in a maximum state pen is so i comes home, nobody's helping shorty do i roll two phillies together and the friends we call them oowops he said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof so i wear a bullet proof and a black tres-deuce he inhailed so deep, shut his like he was sleep started coughing i peeked to watch me speak i sat like the mack, my army suit was black we was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his cracks i took an l when he passed it, this bastard keeps me he starts talking mad shit i had to him, told him don't let niggaz fool him 'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a murder be the one luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up mistakes happen, so take never bust up if the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my then i rose, wiping the blunts ash my clothes then froze only the bolder herb smoke my nose and told my man that i'm a go cyprose there's some jewels in the skull that he can if he chose words of wisdom from nas try to up above keep an eye out for jake what one