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bostonboy:
Book 1
Wuuuuuu oooo oooo oooooo

Remember nights on tha corners
When wed roll dice for quarters
Hide n seek or hide n freak with your daughters
While young thugs bite tha mortars
We recognized theres more-ta life so we formed a....
New crew, ‘young kings' to bring back the streets
Tha old dogs support us yo we was backed deep
Ridin in they back seats runnin out tha crack freaks
Help em load they clips while they blast heat
Smoking weed on tha streets don't break tha cipher
Wildest kids ll' take you life for..
Less than your pocket change
Sportin glocs n' blow apart your brain
Awful sins n' blood stained timbs marks our walk of fame[1]
Then my niggas pushin yey n' tha indo
Roll on blocks tops down in new benzo's
And tha base bumped tha trunk
My nigga jay sparked tha blunts
Shits done changed, anotha day
Turn tha page in tha book .......

bostonboy:
Uppin for comments.... this is just tha beginnin.... im keystylin this then puttin it to an old nas beat and recordin it when im done

|JEM|ILL|:
ummm...hmmm...
I dunno, Work with ya rhyme shceme and Imagery a bit...and this could have given more...but overall an ok piece keep rhymin...

.:TimeLock:.:
shits aight :-\

ThreeSixty:
Quite average.. it might sound nice over the beat lets here the audio once your done

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