West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: ainsy on May 29, 2005, 09:44:19 AM
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i didnt want to do it, he asked me, telepathically, to kill-im/
sell the shit hez dealin n bang his fukin women/
kiddin, aint my fault, intentions are all good/
violence a bi product from growin up in my hood/
he was shook, had sum shit wit the wrong crew/
rather die dignified than through the hands of a crook/
but he was a crook too, me aswell/
looks lyk homeboy be goin to hell/
oh well, shit happens, jus some shits are bigger/
longer, smellier, blacker and thicker/
only situation where you'd want to be constipated/
get ya arse sedated so ye can liv to say "i made it"/
but he didnt, hired me in the past to deal wit sum shit/
tables turnd, coz now hez the one i gotta hit/
some ask what i hit-for, say that i live-wrong/
im a rapper, but i do what bands say - live-strong/
hard bein me, somebody i see, havin the time of their life/
the last fing they see is the sight ah ma knife/
lifes shite, but i do what i do so i get paid/
hardly different from girls gettin hired to get laid/
sounds easy, a service kinda like rental-attackin/
but lifes a bitch, bein the "ghetto assassin"/
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nice ryhmes. you have room for improvment but keep it up
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yer I liked it. Flow was off in some parts but I still thought it was good. Nice read!