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An-Tony-O Montana

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CraKK hiTTz n Hydro Smoke...
« on: December 28, 2002, 11:27:15 PM »
they can't c me but i ain't hidin'...
these mc's is blind, distorted tryna focus correct, they need lenses//
i ain't ain't pretendin', ya'll take that 2 forensics, maybe they can identify his endin'//
repercussions occur when in a mix of trouble i stir//
ya'll like floatin' til i kick the bubble u burst//
so work, that mcdonald's shift, toss them patties of beef//
me, i make my money on the street, as gladly i meet//
the "deadlines", but there crooked like "i", washed away in the rain//
another murder supplied, tryna protect a fortress of cane//
the streetz is dirty but a mop or sponge can't clense it//
same as my soul, they tell me to pray, but words can't send it, away//
like e-mail, it moves quick n rapid throu veins//
heron got these cats str8 actin' insane but who's really to blame//
is it are fault for tryna get this money even thou it's evil's root//
but can i ask w/o it thou what would my ppl do?//
and yes i been there same as u, w. the refigerated empty//
nothin' but brown water from a broken faucet squirty relentlessly//
i tried to tape the pipes up, instead they busted n soaked my clothes//
so i went next door only 2 find my homies w/ coc in they nose//
but i don't fuck wit that shit//
even thou befo they forced me 2 take crack hits//
shit, i was drunk n i did it on my own//
puffin' a pimp like i was don juan w/ a limp, holdin' my phone//
dialin' up #'s, but i couldn't complete the call for help//
i grabbed my can of natural ice and started hollarin' @ myself//
in my mind i was talkin' like why u fuck wit these cats//
then i'd reply "but they my niccas n who else got my back?"//
cuz it's hard 2 find tru homies, a handful even is rarely found in this shit//
like they out of print, it ain't optional nomore this is just what i got myself in//
2, everyday gettin' fucked up after school//
blazin' that extra potent, in quanity's split in2 a quotiont//
but what's the dividend, floatin' like dead fish atop the ocean but will it ever end?...

uhh juss a lil' somethin'... it's pretty decent... holla...
« Last Edit: December 28, 2002, 11:36:08 PM by An-Tony-O Montana »




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