Really? I hope Jenny's got connections with the Make a Wish foundation, because your ass is gonna be hoping you'd never said that when I hack into your megahurtz and blow up your monitor.
I'm surrounded by criminals. Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals. Smokin skunk and mad Phillies. Beatin down Billy Badasses; cracks in stacks and masses
If robbery's a class, bet I pass it. Shit gets drastic, I'm buryin you bastards.
Translation: You hang out at the local Walmart with your prepubescent friends and discuss the next "big game" which is delayed until next year with the news that Halo 2 is coming out soon. (It's actually because timmy's dog ate the nerf basketball, but rationalization helps.)
Translation: You hang out at the local Walmart with your prepubescent friends and discuss the next "big game" which is delayed until next year with the news that Halo 2 is coming out soon. (It's actually because timmy's dog ate the nerf basketball, but rationalization helps.)
My mind's my nine, my pen my Mack-10, my target, all you wack niggaz (grav) who started rappin'.
I've been robbin' motha fuckas since the slaaave ships.
I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin "Here We Go." Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know. My flow, detrimental to your health; usually roll for self.
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