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Jan 20, 2005 21:24:55 GMT -5
Post by Los Tha Don on Jan 20, 2005 21:24:55 GMT -5
I'm thinkin what the fuck, this needs to be filled up My message board has less entries than a bum's cup It's all good, soon it'll be flooded With a border red blooded Like when my fists fly like Ali Baba and Muhammad I'm a rhyme designer, high like salutations When I'm blazin, raisin my game like I would a son Day by day an I continue to portray Don ways an bomb sprays Hiph hop hoorays like every day's a holiday
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Jan 23, 2005 4:48:31 GMT -5
Post by Los on Jan 23, 2005 4:48:31 GMT -5
Money aint a thang but I still love it P*ssy is my thang an I love to f**k it Can't wait to unlock it, block rock my lady Teach eachother freaky lessons daily Raised choppy but never brought up to be sloppy Cop my CD an see fuh yaself that I'm a G Feel it out that I'm a fiend of my world an my woman Sharp shootin for ill flowin, high grade like home growin
Fuh mutha f**kin SHO!!
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Jan 23, 2005 5:02:16 GMT -5
Post by moneymike420 on Jan 23, 2005 5:02:16 GMT -5
I roll like a joint get straight 2 tha point , fuck tha rest aint nuttn but stress ya roll with the grain ya get no rest so fuck wit us ya fuckn with the best never get in my path or ya in for a blood bath, Better watch ya back before ya get recked im sick dont give a fuck better reacte quik or ill split ya wig motha fucker rollen tha block C.M.B. better be down with us we down to bust ..............
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Jan 23, 2005 5:29:14 GMT -5
Post by Los Tha Don on Jan 23, 2005 5:29:14 GMT -5
From da C.T.C. to tha L.T.D. Tha Big B to 3-D, thug geniuses wid ease Cease lives like steriods mixed wid a horse tranq We trample by with impact of a truck named Mack React when cluck's act, Clock get out fast So we can roll blunts once again without a witness stand These days are grains of sand in a hourglass expired An I'm so high, if it was a job I would be hired
Yea yea yeaaaaaaa
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