Irish-dipstick
03-10-06, 03:39 PM
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
for a definition between reality and prision my life
was god given now im red rum spipping a rust gun mic
spittin/...friends aint firends cause friendship is an illusion
all this drama where it came from is confusing im losing
and boosing, snoozing and cruzing death is my only conclusion/
i see peeps in streets killin other citizens stolen gems
on broken hims let the stone fall from a man with no sins
with different t.v spins and names disappeared and hairs trimmed/
im a real prophet but i also gotta make a profit so if i
go material dam rite i wont stop it but i wont forget the
hood ill always shop it if i find a cheap way out ill coop it/
i have a contemp for being poor kiking the door now
im robbing and dealing now even more/
i got a parralel movement to my other im tryin to work it
for my brothers but why bother cause i dont wanna
lose my mama thats bad karma/
i gotta make money its kinda funny that blood money is
still pocket money i rocket honeys with paper money/
now this is street talk down the streets i street walk
i got street talked and street stalked but eventually ill be street chalk.
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
im hoping for a part two but i need to see wat im at one this level
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
for a definition between reality and prision my life
was god given now im red rum spipping a rust gun mic
spittin/...friends aint firends cause friendship is an illusion
all this drama where it came from is confusing im losing
and boosing, snoozing and cruzing death is my only conclusion/
i see peeps in streets killin other citizens stolen gems
on broken hims let the stone fall from a man with no sins
with different t.v spins and names disappeared and hairs trimmed/
im a real prophet but i also gotta make a profit so if i
go material dam rite i wont stop it but i wont forget the
hood ill always shop it if i find a cheap way out ill coop it/
i have a contemp for being poor kiking the door now
im robbing and dealing now even more/
i got a parralel movement to my other im tryin to work it
for my brothers but why bother cause i dont wanna
lose my mama thats bad karma/
i gotta make money its kinda funny that blood money is
still pocket money i rocket honeys with paper money/
now this is street talk down the streets i street walk
i got street talked and street stalked but eventually ill be street chalk.
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
streets be talking ya'll be listening i be glisining
im god blessed since i got second quessed
since i had sohh strenched and stressed.
im hoping for a part two but i need to see wat im at one this level