what's goin down homies? i was watchin some shit on bin laden last night, got pissed and wrote a song about it. let me know what y'all think. it starts out kinda wack but keep readin i haven't finished it yet. thanks, one
I'm only twomp yearsold/and at this age i can die happy/ grab me, shank me, or have me blasted that shit just fukin makes me laugh/I'm slappin rappers back into the days when we would call it cappin/lappin muthafuckas around this mothafuckin gangsta track/ alas, the wack is pointed out, east coast isn't bouyant now, knuckle up and be a man, this shit ain't for the juveniles/ and what about?, this shit going down, my mean mug on frown, are we gonna burn those muslims into the radioactive ground?/i bet they got that plan for me/ cause of christianity/ would i die for G-O-D?/ damn right i would so please believe/ that gangsta's still gangsta if gangsta doesn't even wanna be/whether scraps or 14's or army, we all fukin gotta be/ a lotta me/ wants to se, how afghans and saudi's, be fukkin crying and shouting, when guts exit their body/ you can talk alot of shit about me, i'm not givin a fuck, military or not, I'm still flamin it up/ red chucks and ben davis, i know you watch in amazement, but just like wood in times square, i'm gone fukkin always display this/it's alot more than apparel, so bitch please be aware of, that we gangstas out here, on the left side of america/ terror hit close to home, you didn't suffer alone, but if cali it happened in cali first, think they'd offer a loan?/ so i'm a let it be known, before we get on the phone, to help send help to middle easterners, we should help our own/ if california was burning, we'd see their head slowly turning, and slowly, surely i learning, that the whole future looks murky/ so here i'm constantly working, to show everyone that, that not everyone in california's, hippies and fags/we real people with feelings, look past the killing and stealing, i only retaliate, when it's fukkin my cap they're peeling/ i never hurt any innocents, just scraps representin shit, these words ain't for me you bitch, it's for all of our bastard kids/ according to statistics it's a shame that i'm livin this, so as preventative maintainence, i'm grabbin all of my extra clips/ an exorcist, couldn't take the evil up out me, but i hear Jesus speakin it, "you won't make it without me"/ well Lord, what are my choices, but now i hear no more voices, all i hear are gunshot noises,but i'm still clear calm and i'm poised/ poisoned thoughts, saw it off, as the nation turns the other cheek, a week is all we need, in the street, for catastrophy/ i speak for X-I-V and the heat on the side of me,we'll see if it's the mothafukkin way that i die/paralyzed, below eyes, the only 2 things i fear, between God and a wheelchair, Lord take me up there/ I repent for my sins, if i could go ahead and begin, if i could start it all over, i would to see the homies again......................................................
i konw that shit was long but, if you read the whole thing, you are bound to feel some of it. let me dogg know
one
I'm only twomp yearsold/and at this age i can die happy/ grab me, shank me, or have me blasted that shit just fukin makes me laugh/I'm slappin rappers back into the days when we would call it cappin/lappin muthafuckas around this mothafuckin gangsta track/ alas, the wack is pointed out, east coast isn't bouyant now, knuckle up and be a man, this shit ain't for the juveniles/ and what about?, this shit going down, my mean mug on frown, are we gonna burn those muslims into the radioactive ground?/i bet they got that plan for me/ cause of christianity/ would i die for G-O-D?/ damn right i would so please believe/ that gangsta's still gangsta if gangsta doesn't even wanna be/whether scraps or 14's or army, we all fukin gotta be/ a lotta me/ wants to se, how afghans and saudi's, be fukkin crying and shouting, when guts exit their body/ you can talk alot of shit about me, i'm not givin a fuck, military or not, I'm still flamin it up/ red chucks and ben davis, i know you watch in amazement, but just like wood in times square, i'm gone fukkin always display this/it's alot more than apparel, so bitch please be aware of, that we gangstas out here, on the left side of america/ terror hit close to home, you didn't suffer alone, but if cali it happened in cali first, think they'd offer a loan?/ so i'm a let it be known, before we get on the phone, to help send help to middle easterners, we should help our own/ if california was burning, we'd see their head slowly turning, and slowly, surely i learning, that the whole future looks murky/ so here i'm constantly working, to show everyone that, that not everyone in california's, hippies and fags/we real people with feelings, look past the killing and stealing, i only retaliate, when it's fukkin my cap they're peeling/ i never hurt any innocents, just scraps representin shit, these words ain't for me you bitch, it's for all of our bastard kids/ according to statistics it's a shame that i'm livin this, so as preventative maintainence, i'm grabbin all of my extra clips/ an exorcist, couldn't take the evil up out me, but i hear Jesus speakin it, "you won't make it without me"/ well Lord, what are my choices, but now i hear no more voices, all i hear are gunshot noises,but i'm still clear calm and i'm poised/ poisoned thoughts, saw it off, as the nation turns the other cheek, a week is all we need, in the street, for catastrophy/ i speak for X-I-V and the heat on the side of me,we'll see if it's the mothafukkin way that i die/paralyzed, below eyes, the only 2 things i fear, between God and a wheelchair, Lord take me up there/ I repent for my sins, if i could go ahead and begin, if i could start it all over, i would to see the homies again......................................................
i konw that shit was long but, if you read the whole thing, you are bound to feel some of it. let me dogg know
one
