| so.....how goes it my many-a-fan.....indeed it 'twas about here this day....i keep a blue flag hangin' out the back side...only on the left side..yeah that's the crip side.....and it comes in handy for identification.....they thug hard her in the Antarctizzle......keep it real dirrty dirrty ,....you know how we do....Droppin' it like it's hot and keepin' it real.....so i hears this story right....the brothers Dost get into it.....the younger corrines his fist into the olders face....to which the older replies.."we're not doin' this here"....and the younger answers with another good hook right to the face...laying out ty cold....the natives were needed to move the body after he failed the pick-up-the-arm-test with a limp thud.....indeed 'taws a sight...although i didn't see it....another family feud followed today......Sir strope was defending his sisters name by mandling a newbie....i hear it was some shit.....to add i believe an old accomplise has changed sides.....while this notion atfirst saddened me....now i am glad.....Fuck Him.....Boom it's on....Bitch we'll rock ya' room....ass stompin' my friends....ass stompin.....And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
'Cause I ain't funna' get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" DAMN! he fell and he can't get up!...
Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south?
the way way south..... |
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| get back get back..ya'll don't know me like that...i came , i came ,.i saw i saw...i hit 'em right there in the jaw....yeah.....sit back and watch the women get drunk as hell so i can wake up and have a story to tell...lol....We in the red light district..... |
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