#1rapper
01-01-06, 03:35 AM
It goes zero- How many battle kats rattle raps and blast on tracks to pass me in path.
It goes one-Sohh's finest that blows mind sets in cold climates
It goes two- The pistols that hit fools and is official in grasping and snatching diamonds and crystals
It goes three-*****es who ride by my side and survive by my vibe and reley on my thrive .
It goes four- The side jobs where i rob guys in high spots of their ipods
It goes five- The times cops fussed with me, had me in custody just to see if they could continure their busting spree
It goes six- The homies in my crew that know what i do and will unfold cold clips on you.
It goes seven- Of my breathern that have beaten and ceased when the streets went and policed em
It goes eight- Bars i hit and scars i get when i bombard your click cuz u didnt guard the shyt
It goes nine- The months where god took time to make a crook mind that shook nines and was packed with hook rhymes.
It goes Ten- The age wen i first staged the worst days and developed perverse ways to hurt strays.
It goes Eleven- The weeks the goverment speaked in heaps that my bum town would son down the gun clowns that still run now.
It goes Tweleve- The number of locked down glocks clowns in my family that dont give a hell and live in cells and are kid themselves
It goes thirteen- The berzerk fiends that alert me when certain working merchants want to hurt me
It goes fourteen The age When i'd escort teens to intercourse scenes and force beams cross their foreseam
It goes Fifteen- The fighters that knocked me out they rocked the child but only made me cock a smile and take it like a man and shake they hand
It goes sixteen- The number of parties that started harsh shyt and got scars split from shard bits
It goes seventeen- The number of severed teams on bettered regimes that i settle with ease
It goes eighteen- States i rapped in and places im strapped in cuz of there leathal reaked school and hateful captions
It goes nineteen- The only tears i cired when i feared i'd fine a peer of mine ending up another brother on the paper cover.
It goes twenty-The dummies that run streets and spit to dumb beats and lie about gunned heat and some reak on Sohh's streets
It goes one-Sohh's finest that blows mind sets in cold climates
It goes two- The pistols that hit fools and is official in grasping and snatching diamonds and crystals
It goes three-*****es who ride by my side and survive by my vibe and reley on my thrive .
It goes four- The side jobs where i rob guys in high spots of their ipods
It goes five- The times cops fussed with me, had me in custody just to see if they could continure their busting spree
It goes six- The homies in my crew that know what i do and will unfold cold clips on you.
It goes seven- Of my breathern that have beaten and ceased when the streets went and policed em
It goes eight- Bars i hit and scars i get when i bombard your click cuz u didnt guard the shyt
It goes nine- The months where god took time to make a crook mind that shook nines and was packed with hook rhymes.
It goes Ten- The age wen i first staged the worst days and developed perverse ways to hurt strays.
It goes Eleven- The weeks the goverment speaked in heaps that my bum town would son down the gun clowns that still run now.
It goes Tweleve- The number of locked down glocks clowns in my family that dont give a hell and live in cells and are kid themselves
It goes thirteen- The berzerk fiends that alert me when certain working merchants want to hurt me
It goes fourteen The age When i'd escort teens to intercourse scenes and force beams cross their foreseam
It goes Fifteen- The fighters that knocked me out they rocked the child but only made me cock a smile and take it like a man and shake they hand
It goes sixteen- The number of parties that started harsh shyt and got scars split from shard bits
It goes seventeen- The number of severed teams on bettered regimes that i settle with ease
It goes eighteen- States i rapped in and places im strapped in cuz of there leathal reaked school and hateful captions
It goes nineteen- The only tears i cired when i feared i'd fine a peer of mine ending up another brother on the paper cover.
It goes twenty-The dummies that run streets and spit to dumb beats and lie about gunned heat and some reak on Sohh's streets