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так вот 24-05-2007 09:35 к комментариям - к полной версии - понравилось!


if you was up to me, the whole block
i had loves and drops
you ain't street *****
you ain't sposed to talk to cops
this triggas like fellas
slow like milky cows
but its work doesn't smell
so what ya takin about
my fam.. i get out and b a G in a purp
whenever you need, dawg, we movin at work
sky divin outta popin, we just lovin our lives
these scars on my neck nigga just from hugin and ices
bling.. who can bring the love to my hell
take n shot all my hommies from the system in jail
you my ****, i die for ya, hit the chain, i fly for you
word up whole i life i had this fuckin luv for ya
but i'm a grown man dawg, i ain,t wit these coward shit
i say the words, my niggaZ, its our shit
i'm most power n cheap but try to get in and get out
.......................................
but the king size was paid for the God..
and 6 bul'ts was matchin down to the squad
my heart got no time to play
i got a steel made heart
can't left it 20 for glock 9.7
and nobody remember my name
if it not in charts but written on the wall in the jail..
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