i waz born for thiz they told me on that same day m born for tha hustle itz in my genes tha blood swagg dont mind tha t-shirt coz m stil at your door spittin shit al over your face flush it if u got tha guard no need to coz u are already shut down u have been high for ages but u stil low beneath me u on a paper chase wel i guez u just dont wanna mess with tha pages u aint on no hustle when i spit u fallin lyk u sipping six packs of castle fake nikkarz want beef n i can feed i ma let em spit a bit i kill em on tha beat no nid to open me a case you dont belong to this hip hop base man your days are over u better step back get down u cant get tha crown chill with ma nikkars in tha hood we sooth tha weed man we do it till we high coz itz wat my streets feed nikkarz saying they fed up dont worry man m still feeding em they see me balling n itz funny how they attacking they all falling before tha battle i cant hear your voice coz i got no tym to settle man u too dying on tha same day man prepare your casket my lines so dirty buddy i dont need your basket m tha cause of your tears i leave you saying it I SABLIFF dont cry u ar not at a suicide risk m tha nikkar to murder you matter of fact m tha nikkar to bury you ha o le bokete m tha nikkar to carry you so high nikkar no need to face me coz u spit shot i drop a punch a line n u could see that lie in a smile from chic u wanna battle chill no need to rush u ar not shining u still need to brush ga o bogale u jst lyk weed crush u are a flow master then u gotta know i dont gyv a damn about your flow keep it in tha garage n get my high-speed flow
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 09:50:20 +0000
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