what up ballers
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| From: st3vil | Posted: 21/09/2011 5:15:00 AM |
| Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don't know Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 22/09/2011 5:45:03 AM |
| when bustas roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew we will hold you captive and bust cause gangbangin is the active, activity where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors ambulance, violent uproars |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 23/09/2011 5:13:16 AM |
| He lost respect, lets off his neck My caliber Got me thinkin on a higher algebra See me I'm just as foul as ya, but you ain't got no style in ya |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 24/09/2011 4:21:06 PM |
| Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead Run around hustlin, scared of the feds They said death is eternal sleep but the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 25/09/2011 6:25:13 PM |
| i'm staring at the window at a fiend with holes in his arms and holes in his jeans he pulled out his cigarette sparked the light and walked right around the corner just outta my sight |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 26/09/2011 5:06:34 PM |
| I've been God blessed with the gift to make music It took me all over the continent But still got boys on the block and fam, smokin rock So please, miss me with that conscious shit I spent many a sleepless night because of it |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 27/09/2011 8:54:58 PM |
| yes let the words woo you till you woozy. let the lyrics subdue you, massage and sooth you, move you till conscience lose you. |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 29/09/2011 3:04:47 AM |
| just like a thunderous gun clap you wonder who done that put you under with one rap me and the brothers have come back we'll lash you for tryin that we know you been lyin cat so now you be lyin flat we'll read you the riot act |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 29/09/2011 5:51:24 PM |
| Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose |
| From: st3vil | Posted: 30/09/2011 11:20:10 PM |
| the credit roller, curatin closer, movie over with but don't get mad at me go blame the chick who wrote this shit yeah life is sure a bitch |
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