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howdy do muthaf*ckas its weezy baby niggaz bitchin and i gota talk that (CANNON)listen close i got duck tape and rope n ill leave u missin like the f*ckin O'Bannonsone hand on my money one hand ony my buddy thats the ak47 make theses neighbourhoods love mebullets like birds u can hear them bitches hummindont make that bird sh*t, he got a weak stomachniggaz know im sick i dont spit i vomit, got itone egg short of the omelette,simon says, shoot a nigga on his thigh and legs and tell em Ketch up like mayo-naiseim, im the sickest nigga doin it, bet that babythese uthas niggaz dope, im wet crack babyyes, get back get back boy its a set backclumsy ass niggas slippin fallin to a death trap.........

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Just for record right about now I would rather listen to someStyles/Lox or Lil Wayne than any other rapper (that don't make them the best) but from time they don't get boring and I can drive everywhere listening to them they get props.Hang tight the wayne hatersHang tight the Canibus bum suckers, whats the point of genius lyrics if you can not deliver them in a genius way where you catch the attention of the listener? he lost.Cassidy (non commercial) >>> your dad. true stories.+ Papoose is taking the piss really now though.

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*Is surprised no one's said 2Pac or BIG*. I don't think they are but that's normally the arguement.
ALIVE, THE TOPIC IS BEST RAPPER ALIVEsmh
lol i was gunna comment, but thought he was joking
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*Is surprised no one's said 2Pac or BIG*. I don't think they are but that's normally the arguement.
ALIVE, THE TOPIC IS BEST RAPPER ALIVEsmh
lol i was gunna comment, but thought he was joking
I was. biggrin.gif .
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I seen some cold nights and bloody daysThey grab and me bullets sprayThey use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this dayMy body is cold steel for realI was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealedUnder car seats they sneak me in clubsBeen in the hands of mad thugsThey feed me when they load me with mad slugsSeventeen precisely, one in my headThey call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with leadI'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many townsOhio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshlyBeat up and battered, they pull me outI watch as niggaz scattered, makin me killBut what I feel it never matteredWhen I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be firedA broken safety, niggaz place me in shelvesunder beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbredKeep me full up with hollow headsAlways I'm in some sh*t, my abdomen is the clipThe barrel is my d*ck, uncircumcisedPull my skin back and c*ck me, I bust off when they unlock meResults of what happens to niggaz shock meI see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tearsfall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for yearsI've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow mePlacin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayedI was laid in a shelf, with a grenadeMet a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zeroHad a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would placewhere he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim himTired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gunBut yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is onI make myself jam right in my owner's handYo, weeks went by and I'm surprisedStill stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hidesBesides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nineThere's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryinCause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clearHe's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder careerYo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelfHis eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"I felt his palm troubled him shakinSomebody stomped him out, his dome was achinHe placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitinMy creation was for blacks to kill blacksIt's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memoriesBut this time, it's done intentionallyHe walked me outside, saw this catCocked me back, said, "Remember me?"He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrongKnowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'imHe squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the bloodSick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudgeWhat the other kid did was pull out, no doubtA newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chaseMy owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fastI didn't know he was hit, it's over withHeard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is cominNow I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab meDamn!

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