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Disceptive AssAssin:
Chris and his rocks



It was early, round seven seventeen, this dude chris was on the scene looking mean/
Round seven thirty his stash was turnin' low, his pockets rock hard and filled to the brim wit doe/
Chris dont serve nobody he dont know, wont put ya on, he rock ice from head to toe/
Dude name jamal steped on to the turf, chris packs heat so dont confuse his glocks wit nerf/
Jamal tried to get a dime for nine, didn't know that chris was known to dislocate spines/
Jamal hands chris the cash, the cash turns to a rock/
Chris counts nine, and out comes the glock/
6 shots rocked all of newyorks blocks, jamal lay dead wit lead cylinders in his face/
Now here comes the chase, the cops followed him into an alley/
He ran and ran, lost all his money, his monthly salary/
20 dolla billz were droping like loose change/
Fienes following close behind, looking for a further exchange/
Morecops came quick, surronded him in every direction/
He shot a pig in the chest, good thing he had a vest for protection/
The cop was dazed from catchin the shells in his vest, but never the less, he started pumping his press/
Chris came to a basketball court, and it was a hot summer day/
He ran threw a crowd but a little girl got in his way, he was runnin to the beat as the boombox on the court played/
The cops swarmed the way he was running too, and he turned around and jamalz crew was now guning too/
What was he too do? how much longer could he escape the nypd blue?/
So he got his last bit of breath, turned and ran tword the cops pistols blazin/
Strays,was catchin little kids, and the images was fazin'/
Then the glock ceased and fell his last casing/
These cops would murder his ass more hardcore then jason/
He droped both pistols, and then shots entered his body like thistles/
Police sirenez whistled, and thats where the story ends/
The moral is sometimes you gotta hustle just to try to meet ends/

-one-

@Ss@sSiN:
this would make a good audie... tight shit..fav lines are:


"Jamal hands chris the cash, the cash turns to a rock/
Chris counts nine, and out comes the glock/"

Inspectah:
Woord that some tight shit going up there playa! ayo... we want you in our crew dawg! lol.. so ya in?

I liked all of the verse, thought the flow was aite.. but the overall subject.. dope!

~ 1 ~ Keep Blessin!

Disceptive AssAssin:
uppin'

.:TimeLock:.:
nice work  8)

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