Friday, April 3, 2009

POEM OR RAP

Just hit the intersection partner done suicide as proceed 211 turn to 187 ride committed a homicide cruising on a natural high patrols riding right by, turning psycho pushing the nitro.
As I go ain't got no evidence as I prepare my defence still roiling in my Ben's I'm so corrupt so suckas don't interrupt or you ll be set to silence.
Got my audience I'm on ah show don't wanna die slow spark out and let them know this how I roll I loved my homeboy fo sho.
Ride loct till R.I.P see if i get smoked this is my sample and I'm just another example ahead to county first degree felony see me on the bus head to the penitentiary.

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