Zugga This nukka …spit’s the flow like a river … Na.. canoe no boat ..or kayak can get ya to him … Niagara … to you over in a bucket …. Mofuccas Yall all’ll fall like metropolis bridges …cause I’m the bizznes I mean really …I’ll peal ya waves like banana peelings Take a Scoop of ya brains … fricassee and feed ‘em to you Less filling … That’s why they can’t hold a nose to me … And half these mc‘s really owe they flo’s to me ….
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aYo he ran thru in slow motion …. And I wasn’t about to wait … to see what gave chase … Then the shots rang … ((plow)) ((bang)) Like a door bell at three in the morning …. Down the hallway it can’t be my day … Flash …my heart racing …telling my feet to keep moving …tell my arms to keep swinging … telling my brain… to find an exit … for this next shit … Without getting hit ….for the next man … Mistaking identity …making my wiz identify … behind door three and the white sheet … Or they have me chalked out in the streets …. Fa all to see … The tragic death ..of another fallen mc …. With my picture on some white tee’s …. with reading R.I.P. --never-- Down the alley … through the mud ….I think I stepped in shit … Skid the wall … slipped in the grass … man these Tim’s is finished … Found a pile of trash …figure I could blend in …. on my back like the homeless ….. With trash bags on me … kept quite … I hear foot steps … DAMN! These nukkas found my spot … I felt a tear drop… Then I reach down in my crotch ...pulled cocked slowly Now I’m ready to spark … the shooter faceless … and I couldn’t see a damn thing … but the medallion on his chain gleamed ….and the red beams … surgically looking to end things … as hid behind the trash can … hoping I don’t cash in …. then the blasting Began ……
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They pose … these dick ridas me owe blows … Left me short … some superhead no hands … Fuck it ….I’ma have to dry clean these pants … The fuckas Lewsiky spitting on the fly shit … Eye hit from across the street … like red beams … Made ’em lean like the triple … when the white come … After the flash from the hammer then the smoke rung … Lead lingered in the air like inscents … The steel stuck to his ribs like grits …instant Quaker oats … Daryl Hall and John … Fire from my lips is a phenomenon … Then I fled the scene cause I was outta touch and outta time ….