Re: to all my killas and my hundred dolla billas
the next line is "an real niggas who ain't got no feelins"
i got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous ya heard of us offical queensbridge murderas the mob comes equipped with warfare beware of my crime family who got nuff shots to share for all of those who wanna profile and pose. rock you in the face, stab yer brain with yer nosebone, you all alone in these streets cousin, every man for themself in this land we be buggin, and keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to, they come around but they never come close to. I can see it inside yer face yer in the wrong place cowards like you get they whole body laced up. With bullet holes and such, speak the wrong words man and you will get touched you can put your whole army against my team and I guarentee you itll be your very last time breathin, yer simple words just dont move me, your minor, we major. your all up in the game and dont deserve to be a player dont make me have to call yer name out yer crews featherweight my gun shots will make you levitate im only 19 but my mind is older and when things get for real my warm heart turns colder another nigga diseased another story get told it aint nothin really an yo done sparked a philly. So I can get my mind off these yellow back niggas why they still alive I dunno go figure meanwhile back in queensbridge the realness the foundation if I die I couldn't chose a better location when the slugs hit you feel a burnin sensation gettin closer to got in a tight situation now take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you
ya I got that song memorized bitch I used to kill it many years ago. Sometimes I walk around singing it a capella like richard cheese
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