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and burn'a wit da fire...
all in pain, hawk all gon cross ya vain,
watch ya squirt, my gun gon kiss you,
my bulletz a'flirt,
watcha the blood gon' soak ya shirt,YEAH!
what up!?
itz J hood, ain't a crip or blood,
but i still [?=>] da whip gas [<=?] and stack clips and Slugz,
ya faggot niggaz are softer then kusia [?? whaa ??]
smell mausberg pelletz and shut down your respitory system,
niggaz enrab'tcha and wife strangle ya kidz,
pull up in a ice-cream truck and spray where u live [ SHIIIIT family frost iz coming ]
Yeah ya muthafuckaz actin, like the nine won't make a nigga swollow his teeth,
swollow the beef! and make ya whole family grief!
Walk with me ! Yeah, my shit too hard im under the ground,
i use a watermelon on a pump to muffle the sound,
that the seedz and the shellz hitcha ya face!
im[pow-pow-pow] might catch a open case long as ya casket close,
told [D-Block!] belive u froze!
pay attention! don't give a fuck if u worked out,
hood or murked out, with ma' windows down ima throu ur muthafuckin earthhouse!
stab in ya tounge that u ain't gon tell on a nigga,
witcha spine in the creek and ya teeth in da river,
itz D-Block bitch, i don't respect non of y'all,
i say it on wax and say it in front of y'all! hehehehe
c'mon.. in a booth of box, gon all over with the lox,
getto wit da ox, sheek run his fuckin blockz,
ya niggaz waitin in the streetz like fiendz,
for my album to drop, even them niggaz in greens,
spend em money on they books for sheek shit, [lockout]
go in the yard, walkman on and lift off the rap [ aha!]
all night black ready over pump ya pack,
u gon be dead on the robin',
them cowards aint build like that, u aint fit for survivin,
ya know hood iz soldier, puttin in work to be da boss,
i teach gangsology, nigga sign up for a curse,
team aint real player! u tryin set a imagy/[energy]
u gon' get finished and get crossed my line diskrimished,
don't letcha ya man hype u !
nigga we don't like u!
i singin jetz from the trade douce,
i don't wanna fight ya head!
call the cops, call ya eternies,
muthafucka ima make a part 3,
the week and the burnies, hehehe
niggaz iz pussy so they hang with dickz[whooo!]
run around tellin they bizness iz all the chickz,hehe
get on the jailshit and run ya kickz,
take your trash,!!!
icepick go ahead and play...
thiss that shit right here!
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ooo thanks... i luv icepickin LOL
c'mon c'mon, [Archiwum 2002]
c'mon mental?
c'mon gimmie the when the last time instrumental..
thiz goes out to the g'z out there, yeah yeah yeah,
bringin it raw,
why are u bringin thiz shit?
are u for real soo cupid!?
u live a thug life,
nothin unusual to stab with a knife,
nothin unusual to cheat ya wife? hmm?
yeah u live a thug life, and just u don't give a fuck,
u like to hurt, u like to see people layin in the dirt,
the other gangs compared to ya iz olny one-third?
the olny problem for ya iz if u get a bloody shirt,
yeah u live a thug life and u just don't give a fuck,
everyone of ya sayz youz da best,
guns? sure u don't give a fuck about the rest...
u call yourself brother, now a little test,
how many africans die for the chains on ya chest huh?
yeah u live a thug life and u don't give a fuck!
G'z are like the pest, spreading hate and agresiveness,
onest people get less and less, evolving yes but leave a fuckin mess,
but hey, gangstas are fuckin self-reproductive,
everyday one more egocentric maniac,
humans are social animals that iz a fact,
fuck we're the ones who must react,
iz there a pact between the devil and the G,
we're the ones who hold the key,
to a better world by spreadin' peace.