Irish-dipstick
01-12-06, 02:27 PM
styles so hard make ur daddy cry…. murder on the sidewalk murder by drive-by// watchin hommies killing them selves…how can u take ur own live….sh!t for real not a sympathy sale// what would this life be wit out the drama…without dudes landing in trama…that sh!t just a replay of bad karma// am strong cause am just stronger….had a good b!tch then I went and wronged her// I hit her and give beat downs….how was I’d to know that she would be gone…leave me and now she getting around// I know whatever I do I will still be hated….my style debated…this sh!t on a level of some lyrical incarnated sh!t// am probably already dead…I done some wrong in a past life no am in hell…am repping for real and destroyin the fake within my self and by the way fcuk street cred// every drop of sweat I drop take I as blood….am a real thug I’m changing I used to beat u up….but now I’ve changed and am happy cous// murder is the case case is the murder….snitches telling lies….itz funny u said if I touch u I’d get jack but no-one ever heard of ya….b!tches telling getin through life on denies// and death warrants u touted am a slit u…..am out now I’ll go out reppin my crew.
True is true.
True is true.