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tooshort — ( somethin to ride to lyrics ), harvard, test me, cocks, 50cent p.i.m.p. lyrics, davidbanner like a pimp lyrics, lyricz, rap vocabulary, swear words, bust, I be yellin really my eyesNiggaz kill me when they nod like poetry they really alive[kastro - verse 4]You ain’t shit without your homeboysY’all ain’t no grown boysI feel it all and no voiceNow you stuck with no choiceGet on the ground, give up your propertyIt’s like monopolyWith poetry jersey mob this time, they’re ain’t a mother fucker stoppin meThat’s why I pop three in my throatWait for my shit to drop and it’s murder she wroteForgot to pull it closeAnd I got enough to go around for everybody challenginGuns, never silence, I’m still wildin like allenAnd mister jeru, poetry well it’s mob. all that deep shitYou can keep itFuck frontin, I ain’t never kept a secretMy dog’s swift, doin the hard shift in the jailI’m still sendin the mailWe livin’ in hellMy mom dukes told me ’life is what you make it’So watch yours closeAnd the outlawz will fuck around and take itI got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for halfI’ll get em for thiry that’s why I dump at lastChorus[napolean - verse 5]We catch niggaz at the stop lightAnd do what’s not rightIt’s worked for centuriesTo the og’s and peace gitesWe seat night, and we run through your chestGot a bitch with your name on her breastUp to set up your
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see if he’s strappedAnd hit him once in the faceAnd that’s that[trife - verse 3]Well where you at then? When I needed you the mostI hit rock bottomI couldn’t see that we was closeYo box, watch emNow they all champaignBallin campaignYeah that nigga fall in the rainDirty ya joints poppin like you greasy 50cent p.i.m.p. lyrics burger enflamedEvery verse I drop’s another small piece of the painShit’ll never be the sameAfter we got burnedNiggaz is burnt 50cent p.i.m.p. lyrics outAnd yo there’s nowhere to turnLike court adjournedWithout a quarter to burnShort of returnTo the same game in order to 50cent p.i.m.p. lyrics earnY’all niggaz don’t learnI ain’t concerned by farSpit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scarsNiggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarrePicture me starvedWithout a partner, pitchin is hardListen, my jaw, to find the right position tomorrowIs mission imposs?
diary, middle aged persons, harpmagazine, peter edmund
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