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cracka

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  1. all i said was that shit sucked, so dont get fucked with this gun get plucked, you lucky you ducked and the first shot wizzed past, you gone sleep in a pool of piss wit yo bitch ass, you need to learn your lesson befor i come and teach you, ima make you leak too no need to say thank you, blast you thrash you straight up make you trash foo, smash you cash too unleashin all my carnage, point blank simple yo rhymes is garbage!
  2. For certian situations you need to use a new perspective, stay on ya toes and do ya dirt just like a new detetive, are you defected, i'm tellin you to chill, cause im out to get a mil and i know what is real, so tell me whats the deal is you talkn shit or foreal, cause i know the flippin game like the back of my hand, understand that im tryin to get you cash in hand, i must demand respect if you try to flip a set, im gone brake ya neck toss yo ass over deck, a penalty or tec you bout to catch a cross check, cross ya face to ya toes brakin bones just like a nose, im top notch like bose kickin in ya windows, till pillows, are filled like assholes, i came to blast holes get cash and trash hoes, my flow is remarkable and my spit is unstopable, ill put you in a hospital or workin in a hostel, you a fuckin impossta so im comin to pop ya, spill ya guts like pasta smoke ya weed like a rasta, average white boy but a mothafuckin mobsta!
  3. fuck a hoe n fuck a bitch fuck a slut n fuck a tramp, fuck anybody who be hatin up on my camp, im the champ and this the song hit the mothafuckin bong, all night long till the break of dawn hittin it like king kong, how we ride homoicide you marked up suicide, so we cruse n hit the street windows down strap at feet, feel defeat aint so sweet so we comin for da heat, get blown back boy better be brakin bread for the steel, mob and steal if you real otherwise rethink the deal, spark a flame to heat the game refer blunts to maintain,
  4. the last shit i spat was wack like a seed sack, you betta believe that im comin right back, to devilor the shit that i spit cunnin and quick, flip a brick now im bout to ship it out, pack it up flip it out if you give me cash then i whip it out, lets smoke up a pound put our dicks in the ground, or do not pass it around take it straight to the dome, off the dome spittin shit louder than a fuckin phone, nextel churpin like a gun blastin in a home, im known to roam and to smoke a zone, doin shit unknown to fagets and clones, of the fuckin cops doin shit just to stop, me from movin my weight but i wont wait, tought to never hesitate learn the code to regulate, but you bitches steady hate so im quick to throw the 8, as you quick to chuck the duce 8 bullets let loose, rippin threw ya front tooth and ya fuckin mic booth!
  5. if you wanna go wit someone can flow, then lets start the damn show im ready fo sho,
  6. i see you hoe's out tryin to jock my style, but you cannot do me cause i get wild, 12 gauge pump if you fuckin make a smile, blow off ya face have'em searchin for a while, drinkin like an alcoholic smokin like a fiend, chillin wit my beam cause its all about a dream, my life is like cream cause im out to get the green, sceamin behind the scene plottin sumtin mean, you seen what i mean persision wit the sceam, the cut was so clean and the outcome was hot, ill put you in a tea pot if you seem hot, ill be at your drop spot in a drop top, ready to make the drop stop where's the hot crop, blowin smoke to the west vest coverin ya chest, cardiac arrest cause you had to test fuckin with the best, never seen the rest cause we smash gun just to blast, leave you in da trash after math or after lunch, bone will crunch when i throw a punch then go out to brunch, then i leave like a tree bark is hard as can be you can see, that i be what the fuck i say i am so come and chill, we can pop a pill or pop a steal is you real whats the deal cause you know im foreal!
  7. my real name is josh and i get mad gritty, champaign illinois it is my city, my stomach acting up im about to get shitty, all over ya'll boys face i feel no pitty, since you a supa star then dance like diddy, get outta my face or ill cut you into fifty, pieces mothafucka you on the floor filthy, your a piece of shit and i know the real feel me, so to counteract the fake try to peel me, but im to quick so you never will kill me, im tired people runnin out here actin, time is of essense so im back for the action, like a damn kiss ima blow away your hit stick, but instead of lipstick the tip of my dick trick, suckin how you got rich crossin left you in a ditch, let me scratch an itch im the one who beat you like a bitch!
  8. get shit quick chop a brick, slick so you dont slip, dip out the back door, rob me a crack hore, slide threw the cracked floor, viscious at my inner core, sickest to the sharpest point, no witness you get my point, just a tone and a joint, bitch you get my point?! i wont miss when i point, so my bullet kiss ya lips, and six more at ya hips, so hop when the gat pop, start runnin and dont stop, slow down to see a cop, cool down roll the crop, up in a swish-er, pass it to me mist-a, my bullets wont miss ya, the burn will diss ya, or lyricaly piss ya, off like a mothafuckin jackass bitch, this a mothafuckin jack and you assed out bitch!
  9. cracka

    s***

    you wanna step to me then do your worst maget, once you done talking dog ima let you have it, served on a silver plate just like a waiter should, but im servin silver slugs no escape if you would, try your luck and risk it but no chance on survival, i know you watchin good but my shit is an eye full, little fact that, your a target for a rifel, ether way this goes down you will hit the ground, dont make a single sound or i will gut you now, cut you now throw you on the floor like a piece of meat, beat you down good and leave you in the gutter of a street.
  10. i called this busta on the phone, and told him that i want a zone, i told him i would come alone, but no clue on whats goin on, i came wit tone to leave brains blown, and two homies in back of home, down for murder then be gone, get his stash lets strap it on, i knocked on door like its all good, he opened it and repped his hood, i said what up he answered back, and said he had just scored some crack, i said no shit im good on that, i just came for my goodie sack, we hit the back the door fell in, my homies came in blastin, its seemin like its lastin, minute after minute, he on the flo and we is laughin, took his shit fast'n, switchin lanes crashin, got a coulpe bricks now his blunts we is passin!
  11. can you feel what i spit like a demon in the sand, angrey as fuck cant grip the ground in my hand, trying to escape this hell that we call life, visions of a cell with a wall thats all white, up alnight trying to fight the frieght, of a scary sight so i grip a nine tight, aim reload blasting at yo lime light, cause you turned fake since i got my mind right, fuck you mothafuckas who sit and steady hate, cause i am poor and so i steady take, but i never hesitate to pop and regulate. never will i stop cause im quick to bust ya weight.
  12. i hit licks like i take shits, everyother day im out lookin for bricks, robbin all these hicks and rapin they sister chicks, while they chokin on our dicks we be quick to take flicks, sell'em out like nic's but ship them like full o's, i dont think you understand ima blast you hoe's, run up in the back doe demand the cash flow, or ill blast ya asshole tie you to a flagpole, and raise you like a banner they say to watch my manner, but to me that shit dont matter im quick to stop the chatter, as my pockets grow out fatter cause im hot off the met'a, shottin at a hater with my heater watchin them retreat'a, wizzin past like a cheeta till i hit you with the heat like some reefa, cause you could call me a chief'a and its best to believe'a, that ill leave you deep beneath'a the dirt you hurt you wont breath'a!!!
  13. it seems as if no one is feelin what you spittin, you almost have to be up cookin in the kitchen, im livin what is writin in my mind its unforgetin, for sins im unforgivin cause i wont ask for forgivness, till im sure that im relentless and committed to my sentence, cause i know how shit can happen in a fraction of a moment, when you know that there's no actin in the action of a moment, betta grab ya gun and aim it dump it and reload it, betta keep this shit in mind dont touch if you wont hold it, if you aint golden you betta behold and just know it, cause you cant blow and if you reep it you soe it
  14. cracka

    killa

    all you punk b***h's getting that a** blasted, when i leave mane you layin in a casket, ya chest ripped open from my M********ing gasket, creeping so quiet silience is the tactic, left his back cracked like a chiropractic, you wishin i came for a jack and smack b***h, i dont hesitate just let the gun twich, had to pull back cause my pointer one itch, left you bleeding in a six foot deep ditch, that just means you a step closer to peace, CLICK!!!!!
  15. cracka

    heat

    f**k some acid ill wet you with a missle, piss in ya mouth and beat you wit a pistol, bullets in the air mane you can hear the whistle, knife in your tissue gone rip up yo muscle, you dont wanna get into it cause im known to hussle, strap you to the table and secure the mussle
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