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23 April 2006 @ 01:24 am
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain't hurtin, I'm aight, nigga I'm doin good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
 
 
23 April 2006 @ 01:20 am
the drama really means nothin
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you -
I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin

Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
 
 
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07 October 2005 @ 01:21 am
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A chocalate blunt is a work of the gods
Lat me rephrase that
many chocalate blunts are the work of god/s



what?

If you put chocalte blunt in a search engine
you get intresting results
 
 
Feeling: crazycrazy
 
 
05 September 2005 @ 09:01 pm
I get
high
all
the

time

I Smoke
The
good
shit