Post by likewoah on Jan 15, 2006 20:48:07 GMT
Last poem b4 i serve my 2 weeks.
Same die hard life everytime, gangs wagin their territorial wars
Symbolizin there gangsta from robbin diamonds from da jewelry store
New York finally realizes they need to call their troops
But in this ghetto slum they find there are no more youth to shoot
Notoriously victimized, I'm dead in this moment of silence
Viciously crucified, in this musical wildness
All ways lead to the same damn destination
You could call it something like hells creation
Blasted if you run forward, stabbed if you dare look behind
I got gangstas on the prowl, they dont treat me to kind
Sellin crack at the back of the home robbin me like Shoppers Drug Mart
I tell myself 2 stop murkin, stop killin, soon got myself on the top da charts
Its a different type of drama everytime you just gotta learn to improvise
Just like Dodobirds you cant teach people to fly
Reality was too much to take by whole, so i just took it by doses
Reality's a drug, eventually you get high on it, stress level just rose
Looked to my left and to my right, not a youth in sight
I aint a stand up man they only look up to me cuz of my height
Call it murder call it violence but in my world its da only means of survival
Its either ride or die, but I choose to tag along wit my rivals
Its only another thugs motivation cant stop producin the fire
Changin and rearrangin my ways, my eyes on the prize thats my desire
Its always finders keepers losers weepers, gangstas be claim shit
Sayin fuck secruity, actin like they aint to blame for the shame in it
Expectin to earn fame, but they accusin me of havin dough
Next thin ya know got the cops applyin my as* on death row
Legalized all that is rightfully mine, you need to listen up son
Its all fun and games till someone gets blown with a gun
Y'all should know that i wrote 10 books and was the cause of 100 murders
Gangstas call themselves professional murkers but they afraid to get hurt
Some of us end up in the dirt instead of glory its an entirely different story
I see myself behind bars, a whole new breed of teens fightin for territory
Nothin ever comes free in this world, the price we hav 2 pay is very costly
Theres a price and a dollar tag on every action we take
I take pleasure in demolishin your spirit, and exposin you as a fake
Life aint as prolific, but my lyrics are most deep and most vivid
Its smack when you talk back i can melt your shit into liquid
I'm being honest the streets are designed to keep the people down
Take action at your own discretion I'll unbeef you up pound by pound
I hope you learned ur lesson so i dont have to fuck ya up round by round
Made it through the criticism and through black discrimination
40 years ago in Alabama it was all about racial segregation
I call this war payback, but why, cause were like viruses we multiply
Or we get high, but I cant change my ways why bother try
If ya wanna see your hoe's boobs light up buy an electric dick
Dey say whts unda ur hat, but unda ur sleeve is a whole new bag of tricks
Guess what I got a gun in my pocket, and cocaine in my fo five
Its a territorial war, news reporters got the latest scoop on live
I give critics a migraine, somethin like generatin genocide
But other then that I try to lay my past on the other side of me
But now lets pray for the dead in another moment of silence
Peace to the dead who died on the streets by the gun violence
Fuck that I'd rather start callin you gangstas out
Its like rotten bubble gum I'll chew you up and spit you out
Ya cant help but know your lives are fucked
You can try to hurt me but I hit everytime and tied you up
I dont mean to disrespect but y'all have just ran outta luck
But what ya gonna do take an advil and selfdestruct
The streets are dirty I'd use mouthwash and rinse the cavities out
But I like this murder n murkin game try absorbin that like a sponge
Gangstas are jealous they can try to lunge forward but i kicked their lungs
Wht dis world needs is street sweepers cause dey end up dead on my clique
I told em all be careful not to slip but I guess there takin another trip
To hells gateway I own this territorial war!
Same die hard life everytime, gangs wagin their territorial wars
Symbolizin there gangsta from robbin diamonds from da jewelry store
New York finally realizes they need to call their troops
But in this ghetto slum they find there are no more youth to shoot
Notoriously victimized, I'm dead in this moment of silence
Viciously crucified, in this musical wildness
All ways lead to the same damn destination
You could call it something like hells creation
Blasted if you run forward, stabbed if you dare look behind
I got gangstas on the prowl, they dont treat me to kind
Sellin crack at the back of the home robbin me like Shoppers Drug Mart
I tell myself 2 stop murkin, stop killin, soon got myself on the top da charts
Its a different type of drama everytime you just gotta learn to improvise
Just like Dodobirds you cant teach people to fly
Reality was too much to take by whole, so i just took it by doses
Reality's a drug, eventually you get high on it, stress level just rose
Looked to my left and to my right, not a youth in sight
I aint a stand up man they only look up to me cuz of my height
Call it murder call it violence but in my world its da only means of survival
Its either ride or die, but I choose to tag along wit my rivals
Its only another thugs motivation cant stop producin the fire
Changin and rearrangin my ways, my eyes on the prize thats my desire
Its always finders keepers losers weepers, gangstas be claim shit
Sayin fuck secruity, actin like they aint to blame for the shame in it
Expectin to earn fame, but they accusin me of havin dough
Next thin ya know got the cops applyin my as* on death row
Legalized all that is rightfully mine, you need to listen up son
Its all fun and games till someone gets blown with a gun
Y'all should know that i wrote 10 books and was the cause of 100 murders
Gangstas call themselves professional murkers but they afraid to get hurt
Some of us end up in the dirt instead of glory its an entirely different story
I see myself behind bars, a whole new breed of teens fightin for territory
Nothin ever comes free in this world, the price we hav 2 pay is very costly
Theres a price and a dollar tag on every action we take
I take pleasure in demolishin your spirit, and exposin you as a fake
Life aint as prolific, but my lyrics are most deep and most vivid
Its smack when you talk back i can melt your shit into liquid
I'm being honest the streets are designed to keep the people down
Take action at your own discretion I'll unbeef you up pound by pound
I hope you learned ur lesson so i dont have to fuck ya up round by round
Made it through the criticism and through black discrimination
40 years ago in Alabama it was all about racial segregation
I call this war payback, but why, cause were like viruses we multiply
Or we get high, but I cant change my ways why bother try
If ya wanna see your hoe's boobs light up buy an electric dick
Dey say whts unda ur hat, but unda ur sleeve is a whole new bag of tricks
Guess what I got a gun in my pocket, and cocaine in my fo five
Its a territorial war, news reporters got the latest scoop on live
I give critics a migraine, somethin like generatin genocide
But other then that I try to lay my past on the other side of me
But now lets pray for the dead in another moment of silence
Peace to the dead who died on the streets by the gun violence
Fuck that I'd rather start callin you gangstas out
Its like rotten bubble gum I'll chew you up and spit you out
Ya cant help but know your lives are fucked
You can try to hurt me but I hit everytime and tied you up
I dont mean to disrespect but y'all have just ran outta luck
But what ya gonna do take an advil and selfdestruct
The streets are dirty I'd use mouthwash and rinse the cavities out
But I like this murder n murkin game try absorbin that like a sponge
Gangstas are jealous they can try to lunge forward but i kicked their lungs
Wht dis world needs is street sweepers cause dey end up dead on my clique
I told em all be careful not to slip but I guess there takin another trip
To hells gateway I own this territorial war!
