Everyone that is posting their gay ass shits in this bitch is acting... Yall aint no gangsta... You know how fuckin gay postin ya shits on the internet is... 75% of the people in this bitch is white that live in the suburbs and are probably scared to even try and rap outside of they house... and dont even say im from the streetz or da ghetto cuz everyone know u lying.....
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hey, cuz, you can say what you want about everyone else in here, but dont say anything to me. i came up form NOTHING, still have NOTHING, and still on tha 'streets'.
and im always in my niggas booth, layin shit down, and im always rappin everywhere. Really, you need to shut tha fuck up, because i doubt you have had it hard at all, yo have no idea what its like to sleep under a bridge, or on a park bench; but i do, so keep your comnents to your fuckin self bitch!
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For me to stop acting means for me to stop rapping/
but i can't make it happen, see i got the block cracking/
i got these niggas snapping, and bitches bending they back in/
this race is an reinactment and im lapping/
so why ya gums flapping, jump prick lets get to scrappin/
see im the type that if you wear a jacket, i'll jack it/
and i aint argue over bout who is the best/
you talking bout the internet, well it seem to caught ya interest/
why you here if you think posting is for bitches/
you wanna be a rapper, well hoping is for bitches/
i do this for the people i aint getting no cash/
i could post everyday and still have some sh in the stash/
its off the top, anything i mark is hot/
think im a clown, come around and i'll off you ock/
Baltimore City, thats where the homie resides/
you'll know its me when you see the chrone on my side/
im ready to ride, you niggas still gasing up/
don't be fag Jag, show me you aint whack as fuck/
cause i aint in the 75 you previously mentioned/
lets test ya sentence comprehension just to see if you pimping/
i make an inference that ya intuition is like ya attention/
spaced in a distance so different you should be on suspension/
some say, im sorta like the next Big, Pac, and P/
i tell em, im the hottest, aint no probaly i gotta be/
how could you impossibly lie to me/
you haters are rivalry, behold the greatest sight in the eyes to be
I Am Hood----------Get ya Weight up Son
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