Author Topic: @$$@$$IN-Glock spits(cypher)  (Read 218 times)

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@$$@$$IN-Glock spits(cypher)
« on: November 26, 2002, 08:32:08 AM »
@Ss@SSiN:

Glock spits, wit hot shit//
Keep they ass jumpin' from here to the tropics//
My objects,kept close-to-me//
You a poster -gee-, ill roast-you-gee//
Toasted-see, burnt down to a crisp//
You like tyson always spittin wit a lisp//
 

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Re:@$$@$$IN-Glock spits(cypher)
« Reply #1 on: November 26, 2002, 10:17:40 AM »
watch the dyson suck and twist/
create a 'vacume' and pull your eyeballs outta they sockets/
cause im ready to 'plug' you in, take ya money and line my pockets/
tick, tock your life slips away on the clock/
i rip emcees limb from limb, just to hear them beg an scream 'stop'!/
 

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Re:@$$@$$IN-Glock spits(cypher)
« Reply #2 on: November 26, 2002, 11:21:36 AM »

Screamin' stop
had to comince the last shot {Blaaam!!!}
to silence the thought of getting caught
wrapped up.....and made a trip to the chop shop
Hand's and feet dropped off
picked some concrete to sink the last spock
Big ear's get clipped when they relay the wordz in one's spotz..
snitches get caught.....
 

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Re:@$$@$$IN-Glock spits(cypher)
« Reply #3 on: November 26, 2002, 02:03:58 PM »
Walkin down my block, loaded w/ twin locked glocks//
niggaz up in here keepin me up in my socks, cannot be stopped//{Bam...Bam} I kill for fun includin ya son...to sad?..to bad its already been done..scraped clean..cannot be seen//dont antagonize my  shootin, serial killin, all for the thrillin.   and elvis has left the building
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Re:@$$@$$IN-Glock spits(cypher)
« Reply #4 on: November 26, 2002, 05:47:14 PM »
I SHOOT AND SPIT WIT CLIPS/
BULLETS TA WORDS RELEASED FROM MY LIPS/
FLESH WOUNDS CREATED FROM LYRICS/
MIND FROM BODY, SHOTS RELEASE YA SPIRIT/
CREEPIN UP ON TIP TOE SO U DONT HEAR IT/
DIE WIT EYES CLOSED/ RIDE AND FRY HOES/ BUST AND LEAVE HOLES/ KILL YA PEOPOLES/ R.I.P. TO ALL THE STREET SOULS

16 CASINGS LEFT WIT NO SHELLS, WHEN THA GAT BUST THATS WHEN EVERYONE BAILED/ SQUEEZIN THA TRIGGER YELLING MUTHAFUCKA DIE, FORGOT WHAT I DID, GODDAMN I WAS TO HIGH