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02-23-2004, 08:35 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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because I think he can't write, he can't rhyme, and he exploits his circumstance
50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50 Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky mutha****a remind me of nigga that clap me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me of Troy and E-Bags When they came through they hollored like 'What up comrade?' Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully Summertime still had on black gloves and skullys The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump real low key Sounded like he don't know nothing about drama For this money send many men through trauma Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass The bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-Class Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop Pop pulled up in the CL5 surprised he came, Heard his man just ****in got murked by Salene Heard he got it in the range nigga came popped one in his brain Over some-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond mayne In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging what I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies Son he smokin that **** I can see it in his eyes Coming up wise emotions closed Most buying round looking for wisemen toast Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men from B-More They sellin heroin in Maryland his first batch diesel Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more cream First it was him and his brother now he got a team Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream City pulled up Goddamn you know his format Bentley is all marble in the door mink floormate Got the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss He on the same bull**** that sent Gotti up north That's Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like he a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack I peep his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low He smile at niggaz mumbling **** you in Creole Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya Few niggaz tried to murk him, most them got found Some turnt away try to run they in wheelchairs now Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat Got out a Black hummer he blew 90 on that Poppin mad **** like he gonna bulletproof that lets go 50 Bars Your entire argument was just shot to pieces. Although I agree he does exploit the being shot 9 times bit, but god damn, that song alone just proved you wrong. |
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