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(verse 1) / STOP SNITCHIN, / quit ur bitchin / your a fake lil hoe / runnin your mouth / this shit is real, / something you won't know, / t
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We are living in this world where so much is expected / Its like if you dont have a myspace you wont be accepted / All the haters going out
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Hey der, Mistah Makin' Out,
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I seen you in yo fancy coach, / you classy ass-y babe at night. / I said you’d run wid no respect / You did it fine, so don't look back! / I'm movin' on now, flirty girl, / you don't care 'bout me none! / Come on,
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Faster, steppin' outta here, 'jes can't stop reality... / 'Lil Lucy come now, see? They's sho comin' after me! / Hol' my hand 'n fly to Pl
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Undermineing authority / Means so much to you and me / I see, you, and me, walking around / you hear the ticking of my foot on ground / I see the way you look when you see me hear / You don't understand why i call y
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The reflection in your eyes shows that my eyes are burning / But from the outside you can’t see that my mind is turning / Gears moving rapidly to see where my next step will take me / They can leave cracks and bruises b
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Ima feed yall poetic feens some of these crack rhymes / my lines might be long but dont choke,it's no crack pipe / new to the site like newborns to the world / in this poetic industry ive flew around the world
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Dancin' in the streets and hookin' up wid biddy birds / Yo hunky 'lil bottom sho sets my head so fulla words... / Twirl 'round here on Hood
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Faster, steppin' outta here, 'jes can't stop reality... / 'Lil Lucy come wid me, they's sho comin' after me! / Hol' my hand 'n fly to Pluto
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Don't ya touch my pride 'n envy / 'cos it's overflowin' plenty / 'n I like it fine, blastin' on a line! / Greed 'n' sloth are runnin' / 'n
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Stop, sit, wait and think. / Watch me lie here and put paper to ink. / Passin' back and forth ideas between, / Not knowin' or carrin' wat i
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(1st Verse) / This food for thought, taste nutrition in these real compositions / Sit and listen live reportin' from my dimension, an extension of the mind- / That intertwines with the heart inclined with art and rhym
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Pipeline monkey / slides on butter / feeding on morbidity,
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How do I run from this gun that's been held against my spine? It's out of sight, out of sound, out of mind, cuz I.............am a writer. / Call me fake for your sake, but my only mistake is the fact that I waited so long
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Gotta get mine
No time for the drama.
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in the hip-hop world / what you need is bling / to make an appearance / of flashy things / bling, bling / you buy it at gucci or prada too
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Tupac said, Only God can judge me.
Ain't that the way its supposed to be?
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murders been comitted bitch, my trigger fingers got an itch, and its unscratchable unmachable my aim is never missen, clips im fillin, ass im kicken, graves im diggen,hoes im dicken, trigger trippin. now you wishen you be dea
by basszilla
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on May 3 1:41 PM 2007. In rap
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He signed a blood stained contract
now the devil has his ass
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I talk to you a lot You always hit my spot
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Around the darkest corners, into the misery of my mind, I look to the end of tunnel, and see the good times I'm unable to find.
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A ryme based on the new rap marathon that I am conducting upon myself for the entertaianment of others that like to read my stuff.
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