West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Da_ViLLiAn on June 16, 2001, 01:22:58 AM
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It was a late Thursday night/
Got a feelin in my mind somethin wasn't right/
I juss got of da corner from slangin all day/
Walks in da store for some zig-zags,gin&alize/
Walked out da store and recognized a nigga I bumped into/
I'm ready to blast two in his temple/
Or put a hole in his face like a fuccin dimple/
Find out he's a muthafuccin Karson slob/
In my mind i'm thinkin,"Can I Live"like Black Rob/
Got in a scuffle,caught him in da mouth,and swolled his lip/Threw da nigga on da ground,thinkin dat's it,until he pulled out a glock wit 3 in da clip/I lifted up my shirt,and pulled put my strap/Finger easin da trigger,ready to bust a cap/But when I pulled,a slug aint even bust out/To find out,I bust all 9 earlier,and I ran out/He fired out three,but I only caught one/Lyin in da middle of street,thinkin i'n done/Da nigga dashed.and threw da glock plain and simple/Now i'm limpin down the block walkin like i'm crippled/I finally stopped strugglin,and I juss fuccin fell/I know I ain't goin to heaven,so i'm prepared for hell/Fightin and tryna save my save myself/I stooped movin,blacked out,and went def/Thinkin dat it's over,and critical/Until da next mornin I woke up in da hospital
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Where u frum dawg?
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true story,,,what the fuck you doing with an empty clip?,,,,,you forgot you blasted them all earlier,,,,lol,,,,i have heard of only havin 3 bullets though,,,,,,,north texas front page 16 of age p l m to the grave put me down so im made my name fame with those i used to bang