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all black, im ready, its armed robbery time chron sac, black mask, with top of the line weapons, no evi-dence eva-left behind i run in gunnin man, grabbin loot n jackin fools next the bank, open the safe, i take the great big bag a cash, click clack i blast again, lord dont let them catch me -...

yo anyone know some sick ass songs to dance to? im talkin ass clappers....let me know thanks peace

im rollin on international bumpin beats struttin down streets, so much shit talk im jugglin beef hutches keep, money in the air thinkin of fuckin me diamunds in teeth, hot broads on the sides of me haters duck n dodge playin hide n seek i keep heat n sweep streets violently in heightened beef...

YO WHAT ARE PEOPLES FAVORITE SONGS ON ANIMAL PLANET?

to know me thers a few things to realize/ i keel (kill)guys, slap bitches and smack snitches/ real pride, full of it an its stayin-in-my-system/ 4 life, an it might, end me up prayin-in-a-prison/ 4 freedom, cuz im not 'fraid of wreckin peeps-son/ gun in the wallet,bullet in it i keep-one/ ready...

runnin around with my gun n a pound/ of chronic im on it keepin it safe-n-sound/ makin-rounds, while shakin-clowns in the blue uniforms/ you-need-force to get close 'n have me touched/ guns clutched n bustin slugs is how it gets done,see/ while slangin weed 2 fiends gettin my money/ livin...

your a bitch ass ho im bout to slit ya throat/ grab ya gold, put a hole in you with the fo fo (44)/ snatch yo ho 'n throw her in a choke hold/ leave her with broke bones an her screamin 'oh no!'/ you blow mo dick than yo ho, its gross ya homo/ ill twist you up mo than rold gold pretzols/ weights...

im kackin it, sittin back relaxin sappin on a jack n coke/ when i get hyphy i resort to smackin ho's n slappin fo's/ crackin toes, stompin on em then the body im breakin bones/ and bitches, gettin the skrilla and mackin hutches with a 9 im clutchin/ fuckin wit me ill be bustin that shit, buckin...

im kackin it, sittin back relaxin sappin on a jack n coke/ when i get hyphy i resort to smackin ho's n slappin fo's/ crackin toes, stompin on em then the body im breakin bones/ and bitches, gettin the skrilla and mackin hutches with a 9 im clutchin/ fuckin wit me ill be bustin that shit, buckin...

we roll up to the parties fuckin slappin-music/ drinkin since 10am, were already actin-stupid/ dancin-thru-shit, im talkin bout lawn,bushes,trees, 'n bullshit/ were ruthless, knock a fool out and people think 'damn i knew-it'/ the crews-sick, talk shit and that see window over there? your goin...

im the drunkest-bastard you'll ever meet/ never get crunk-faster than other peeps/ hammered everywhere i go 'n i never sleep/ smoke blunts before aa meetings and i drink/ tequila in the regal always in the passenger seat/ seat-belt on, feelin-the-song, slappin 'the thug in me'/ by spice 1...

no1 can beat me and my peeps, we are the few elite savage-beasts/ livin lavishly, easin trees, gittin cheese - plenty of that cabbage-green/ diamonds-galore, hangin from our ears and necks - the most expensive ice-from-the-store/ hear that tecc? watch yer step, slugs are bout to thump-your-head/...

yo seein if anyone got this shit yet...if you did let me know how it is

anyone wanna do this?

yo...just wsonderin bout what is a good cd wit fat tone...let me know arite peace

no ones hatin..your trippin...heres one more for ya jsquared im bout to wreck you again/ i could lyrically do it or put a tek to ya chin, i win/ grab a samari sword and slice ya head off clean like a guillatine/ im mean, and addicted to killin sprees, like smokers to nicotene/ sayin you clowned...

battle????

im known as mr clean for more reasons than three/ im strong as fuck and got plenty of bling/ what i mean is this shits worth more green than youv seen/ take a peek within 3 feet of me and be blinded for a week/ whatchyou think bitch, im dipped mobbin ridiculus whips/ wita few tricks in the back...

time to round up the homies and hop in the regal/ from the ground up dressed in black wit a mask 'n a desert eagle/ the plans to get in 'n out quick wit a brick of cash/ mash in the regal before the cops are on our ass/ slowly pullin up 2 the front of the bank/fast everyone out, get the job done...

dip to the liqor store and git me a swisha/ flip that shit in a second, no one does it quicka/ trick bitch-a, throw five and be high in ten, git the pictcha? (picture) / dont trip cuz, you'll be higha than the constellation, the big dippa/ its the crip shit, the kill, weed so good you might die...