theman080
05-21-07, 01:23 PM
The streetlights is the checkpoints that are sparkin the path
No authorities pass, alarmingly I'm already crashed
Partially sapped, but on the other hand is currency's flow
This bird and her bro, for certain yo, are lurkin with dough
And eyin for slow riders wit dropped windows to purchase the ho
The dirtiest scroll, a brother-sister tandem solicitin sex
With pistols and teks, they tried to stick em and got hit up instead
Split up his head, the sister did with a viscious descent
When she saw her brother gettin jacked, she snapped
And flipped on the set, a gash, remains on the dame
Famous with her name on the stage, hood lore from a good whore
Who can aim with a blade...
Thats the bytch!! Patrollin her corner in a way thats insane
Crooked bow-leg scramble and pacin while garglein shouts
What drugs did she down, fukk it now, I'll plug her wit rounds
NO! This aint a time to juggle the crown and get dumped in the ground
The booze is till mumbling sounds I have to cut that shyt now
I'll definitely get the lead in me if her brother comes out
Which he's destined to do, a level head when gettin the loot
Which a screaming bytch doesn't, so where he venturin too?
Headlights announce their precense, showering light on the road
Headin right for the ho, meanin my paycheck is likely to go
The mutation was incredible from a screaming slut to sales exec
Walkin with a girly flex that would give viagra needs an early rest
This world is vexed, fukk it, another day, another time
I'd rub the nine on her fukkin spine and plug her so she's nutin live
She hops in the Volvo, my middle finger salutes the departure
Do you believe in god, the conclusion brings proof to the author
Manuevering softer, then he probably did when runnin from hits
Is her brother and pimp, a hustler trick who's be nothin to fix
An adrenaline grip takes my hand & squeeze's the nine til its sore
I'm eyin em more, so the design is sure to put five in his core
"You gotta dime I can score?" He looks up but the timing is poor
A familiar set of headlights are comin through as I set fire to four
The bullets search his tissue for the vital spots for the final pop
A likely spot, for a pimp's finish is the corner of an icey block
I'm scramblin in his pocket while his lungs are debating for breath
The car had waved to the left, screeched still, whats awaiting me next
It was the whore, thats for sure, the same volvo exact
And there's a guy in the back, whose dyin from her wild attack
Coke buzzin whore weren't designed for stealth
Her screams produce goosebumps...but the nine as well
I empty the clip in finish her, and snatch the rest of her finds then bail...
EPILOGUE - COMING 5/23/2007
No authorities pass, alarmingly I'm already crashed
Partially sapped, but on the other hand is currency's flow
This bird and her bro, for certain yo, are lurkin with dough
And eyin for slow riders wit dropped windows to purchase the ho
The dirtiest scroll, a brother-sister tandem solicitin sex
With pistols and teks, they tried to stick em and got hit up instead
Split up his head, the sister did with a viscious descent
When she saw her brother gettin jacked, she snapped
And flipped on the set, a gash, remains on the dame
Famous with her name on the stage, hood lore from a good whore
Who can aim with a blade...
Thats the bytch!! Patrollin her corner in a way thats insane
Crooked bow-leg scramble and pacin while garglein shouts
What drugs did she down, fukk it now, I'll plug her wit rounds
NO! This aint a time to juggle the crown and get dumped in the ground
The booze is till mumbling sounds I have to cut that shyt now
I'll definitely get the lead in me if her brother comes out
Which he's destined to do, a level head when gettin the loot
Which a screaming bytch doesn't, so where he venturin too?
Headlights announce their precense, showering light on the road
Headin right for the ho, meanin my paycheck is likely to go
The mutation was incredible from a screaming slut to sales exec
Walkin with a girly flex that would give viagra needs an early rest
This world is vexed, fukk it, another day, another time
I'd rub the nine on her fukkin spine and plug her so she's nutin live
She hops in the Volvo, my middle finger salutes the departure
Do you believe in god, the conclusion brings proof to the author
Manuevering softer, then he probably did when runnin from hits
Is her brother and pimp, a hustler trick who's be nothin to fix
An adrenaline grip takes my hand & squeeze's the nine til its sore
I'm eyin em more, so the design is sure to put five in his core
"You gotta dime I can score?" He looks up but the timing is poor
A familiar set of headlights are comin through as I set fire to four
The bullets search his tissue for the vital spots for the final pop
A likely spot, for a pimp's finish is the corner of an icey block
I'm scramblin in his pocket while his lungs are debating for breath
The car had waved to the left, screeched still, whats awaiting me next
It was the whore, thats for sure, the same volvo exact
And there's a guy in the back, whose dyin from her wild attack
Coke buzzin whore weren't designed for stealth
Her screams produce goosebumps...but the nine as well
I empty the clip in finish her, and snatch the rest of her finds then bail...
EPILOGUE - COMING 5/23/2007