Dont wanna do it...
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 11:07 am
If your going to leave your opinion on this piece.. read away..
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brought here for one thing, the dude lied for his cover
i tagged along so he wouldnt be slicin' this brother
im a steady reminder to him, one look and he knows this
try to stop him, 'in vein', but his blood already is frozen
i watch him crack his knuckles, get ready, composin'
give him time, cause its better he focused..
he roll out the benz.. while i stay behind him..
but he's too early.. dude's a head of the showin'
he's got the head of a poet, watched him many times
make a dope song, out of a cheap beat, and any rhymes
its funny im, his best friend, im the other half of his clique
when we rollin' im always in the passenger seat
know first hand the shit he gets in to..
and the crews and the dealin's he's been to
the showdowns causin' damage thats lasting a week
it seems every day i see him bandanged and weak
yet im always by his side, though i despise the violence
hate the thug life, shit gives rise to vile kids
only i know the effect it has on him
he be runnin' scared for too long but he tryna hide the mileage
his style is stylish.. and mine is bare boned
knows i'll hang with him in any weather like a scare crow
we scare bro's we the perfect team..
like jay and silent bob.. with a recurrent theme
the currents been electric.. now i see him back in the zone
he's looking around and he's packin' to go
but he hears a car engine in the distance..
wonders if its coming here.. is there something he's missing..
another car rollin' close.. this one flashing a siren
so he scurry to the nearest alleyway, back in to silence
he goes to the bins, but he hears them surroundin'
im always there, and this time i dont gotta remind him
he got two strikes.. another could mean life in a pen
no more chances, have to connect to his wife through a pen
he has to use me.. he comes out and tries to shoot his way
too late for me to tell, i think that it's a stupid play..
he lets a round off.. and i let out a yell..
as if i aint able to say what im havin' to tell..
he gets hit and i watch as another life is disjointed too..
shit what can i do? this just a guns point of view...
if you have no intention to.. you can kindly click the back button and look at another thread.. that concerns you...
....
brought here for one thing, the dude lied for his cover
i tagged along so he wouldnt be slicin' this brother
im a steady reminder to him, one look and he knows this
try to stop him, 'in vein', but his blood already is frozen
i watch him crack his knuckles, get ready, composin'
give him time, cause its better he focused..
he roll out the benz.. while i stay behind him..
but he's too early.. dude's a head of the showin'
he's got the head of a poet, watched him many times
make a dope song, out of a cheap beat, and any rhymes
its funny im, his best friend, im the other half of his clique
when we rollin' im always in the passenger seat
know first hand the shit he gets in to..
and the crews and the dealin's he's been to
the showdowns causin' damage thats lasting a week
it seems every day i see him bandanged and weak
yet im always by his side, though i despise the violence
hate the thug life, shit gives rise to vile kids
only i know the effect it has on him
he be runnin' scared for too long but he tryna hide the mileage
his style is stylish.. and mine is bare boned
knows i'll hang with him in any weather like a scare crow
we scare bro's we the perfect team..
like jay and silent bob.. with a recurrent theme
the currents been electric.. now i see him back in the zone
he's looking around and he's packin' to go
but he hears a car engine in the distance..
wonders if its coming here.. is there something he's missing..
another car rollin' close.. this one flashing a siren
so he scurry to the nearest alleyway, back in to silence
he goes to the bins, but he hears them surroundin'
im always there, and this time i dont gotta remind him
he got two strikes.. another could mean life in a pen
no more chances, have to connect to his wife through a pen
he has to use me.. he comes out and tries to shoot his way
too late for me to tell, i think that it's a stupid play..
he lets a round off.. and i let out a yell..
as if i aint able to say what im havin' to tell..
he gets hit and i watch as another life is disjointed too..
shit what can i do? this just a guns point of view...