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You know I drop that hot heat, get shot whenever the glock bleeds
So whenever I knock your block off...its only to stop the cops lead
I rock teens, straight mean textin', while yours is a complete mess, ‘n
Your delivery's so forced... s'the reason it's givin a C-Section
Shit, bitch, you’ve fell off, meanin ya just a front, I swear
I’d put ya in ya place... but even ya family doesn’t want ya there
Food? Ya aint needin it, ‘n gully’s just where he’s conceiving it
‘N yea, I might be spittin’ trash... but that’s better than eating it
Please brother, Ink's tougher, you’re still on the hunt for ya hunger
So if he captures the win... somebody tell my mother I loved her
I win.
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I'm like jail... I embarrass bitches behind bars.
Last edited by Inkredibly Ill; 06-17-2005 at 01:49 AM.
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