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April 28 Now Thats GangstaYo, the revolve' or the matty's cool Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Known Homies that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a fuck what you herbs say? When I got the Man that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Des'y got a beautiful ring I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That many hits, fuck that, that many bricks D-Block that many Homies' gats to your lips My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot Cause it turned into a drug free school zone Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks Spin a mothfucker out, empty his chest Leave your mothfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send Men to the grave wit they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That Homie Z rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in the trunk bitch take your pick Stick a gernade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Z? well fuck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggas don't learn till they're carasined out Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch Make me bleed till I'm mothfucking fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you Z'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon stop Open Mems face wit a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock Pussy mothfuckers don't want no beef Trip niggas down to their platinum teeth Chase you in the house with the all black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money But I'll settle for your necklace two guns up,,Thats Gangsta Shit.. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://blackdevil9.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!B0CE5A96AE7C2229!191.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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