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what up kid? i shit is rough doing your bid when the cops came you slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for looking back it's plus you know you got a son i heard he looks like you, why your lady write you? her she should visit, that's when she got hyper flip it, talk he acts too rough he didn't listen he be riffin' i'm telling him stuff i was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a too fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that you but yo, who got shot in the dome-piece? jeromes niece, on her way home joes beaches club plus little rob is selling drugs all the hanging out with young thugs that all 9's at night time more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all if so hold the fort, now i represent to the fullest say whassup to herb, ice and I left a half a hundred in commisary You was my nigga push came to shove One one love
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dear born, be out soon, stay strong out in new york the same shit is on the crack-heads stalking, is talking hold, check out the yesterday when i was walking the nigga you shot last year to appear like he hurtin' something to mother, i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your man gave him your glock and now they run together, what up son, since i'm on the i'm a put it to a cease when i heard you blew a nigga with the [???] for a phone whylin' on the island but now [???] better chill 'cos niggaz will put that ass on fire last time you wrote you said they you in the showers i when you come home the corner's ours on the reels, all these crab niggaz the deal when we start the all they probably do is squeal but chill, see you on the v i i your mom dukes loot for kicks plus flicks your buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might his case, 'til he come home i play it low key so civilised, time flies incarcerated your mind [dies] i hate it when your mum it kinda wants to me murder, for real-a i've even got a mask and gloves to bust for one
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sometimes i sit back with a sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the written in school books, bibles, etcetera fuck a lecture, the lies get me vexed-er so i be from my projects i take my pen and pad for the week and hittin' nails i'm sleeping a two day stay, you may say i need the time to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at you see the streets have me stressed terrible fucking with the corners a nigga up in belle vue or h.d.m., hit numbers from 8 to 10 a future in a state pen is grim so i comes back home, helping shorty do i roll them two phillies and the friends we call them oowops he said nas, niggaz be bustin' off the roof so i wear a bullet proof and pack a tres-deuce he so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep started coughing when i peeked to watch me i sat back like the mack, my army was black we was chillin' on these where he pumped his loose cracks i took an l he passed it, this little bastard keeps me he starts talking mad shit i had to school him, told him don't let niggaz him 'cos when the pistol blows a shot that's when a be the cool one tough luck niggaz are struck, families fucked up could've your man, but didn't look when you bucked up mistakes happen, so take heed bust up if the crowd catch him solo, make the man bleed shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he so foul only twelve trying to tell me that he my style i rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes then froze only the bolder herb smoke through my and my little man that i'm a go cyprose there's some in the skull that he can sell if he chose of wisdom from nas try to rise up above keep an eye out for jake shorty one