West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Jimmy Cash2120 on June 22, 2005, 11:33:39 PM
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I cripple your mind without even tryin
smoke so much dope, folk, I’m flyin
rope around your neck, you choke then dyin
gun in your mouth so its muffled when you cryin
organized criminals who stay away from the law
forget what you saw or get cracked in the jaw
it’s the code of the G, the code of the street
get knocked off your feet if your fuckin with me
what you call crime… I call livin
believe in god and all is forgiven
I don’t play bitch games with your ass
I spit flames and piss gas
I’ma crack baby born in the late eighties
hate the god that made me, date rape your old lady
call my crazy but my sanity’s just lazy
kids wanna talk gangsta but don’t wanna live it
this shit costs ya life, cuz, r u ready to give it
yeah you wite dope lyrics but, dude, can you spit it
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You came hard on that verse, it was almost too sick and twisted but I guess that adds shock value, kind of like a cross between Bizzare and Kurupt.
3.5 out of 5
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nice shit homie,keep doin the damn thing
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*props*
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that was hot... havent talked to ya in a while... i miss our jello talks lol... and the wheel chair. funy funny, i cant beleive you dont remember doing that.