Rap Joint Locked

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


ain't know love in this Mother Fucker when you put me to the test you'll get a fist not going to stop until you drop there will be no tears in the end took my pistol off then cocked it making my
way about my business they'll be no witnesses to this homicide I know this Mother Fucking game is locked wait I got to pray but he put his hands in my face stay true to yourself Fuck the dumb shit
you think I'm under a lot of pressure some say life has no meaning no meaning we were all born to die so stay your screaming mean while on the South Side of town rolling through the mother fucking
hood what do you see now we got to deal with the survival things never cracked under pressure cause i was raised for combat never mother fucking love for fools cause you sing the blues recognize a
real G from the streets rap us up a fatty cause we got to keep this game swing leave you stomach open to keep your case chosen



one, two, three one, two, three.. sitting at the stop light looking at Ho's roll out to the bitch to say what's up gave her some game now I got that bitch called me hommie told my hommies its on
got a few honey's say they want to moan now there bringing weed sit back & follow my lead hung up the horn & the horn was alive take one of those bitches to the slaughter hole told my hommie play
it down cause your acting like a fool I grabbed her ass in the back & she hit me alive believe me when your down at your pad hoping that you won't loose your cool we can roll to see the sights take
down tonight an open and shut situation cop got capped they want to change the situation vibration, temptation aggravation boys got a magazine yet don't know how to act hommies make me sick sucking
on the devil's dick can't stop blowing up the charts tight



stay alone starring at my room looking at candles at night I can't sleep but I got my candle stick burning cause the hommies that I thought I had use their money for their new cribs day by day is
impossible to cope think that i'm the one doing dope one time for you mother Fucking mind roll my top in my hard hat I'm not your average mother Fucker chained through the slave got these rhymes
locked right


ain't know love in this Mother Fucker

when you put me to the test you'll get a fist

not going to stop until you drop there will be no tears in the end

took my pistol off then cocked it making my way about my business

they'll be no witnesses to this homicide

I know this Mother Fucking game is locked

wait I got to pray but he put his hands in my face

stay true to yourself Fuck the dumb shit

you think I'm under a lot of pressure

some say life has no meaning no meaning

we were all born to die so stay your screaming

mean while on the South Side of town

rolling through the mother fucking hood what do you see

now we got to deal with the survival things

never cracked under pressure cause i was raised for combat

never mother fucking love for fools cause you sing the blues

recognize a real G from the streets

rap us up a fatty cause we got to keep this game swing

leave you stomach open to keep your case chosen

?

one, two, three

one, two, three..

sitting at the stop light looking at Ho's

roll out to the bitch to say what's up

gave her some game now I got that bitch

called me hommie told my hommies its on

got a few honey's say they want to moan

now there bringing weed sit back & follow my lead

hung up the horn & the horn was alive

take one of those bitches to the slaughter hole

told my hommie play it down cause your acting like a fool

I grabbed her ass in the back & she hit me alive

believe me when your down at your pad

hoping that you won't loose your cool

we can roll to see the sights take down tonight

an open and shut situation

cop got capped they want to change the situation

vibration, temptation aggravation

boys got a magazine yet don't know how to act

hommies make me sick sucking on the devil's dick

can't stop blowing up the charts tight

?

stay alone starring at my room looking at candles

at night I can't sleep but I got my candle stick burning

cause the hommies that I thought I had

use their money for their new cribs

day by day is impossible to cope

think that i'm the one doing dope

one time for you mother Fucking mind

roll my top in my hard hat

I'm not your average mother Fucker

chained through the slave got these rhymes locked right

?

?

?


Submitted: December 19, 2017

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