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09-06-2003, 02:19 AM
give it up yall.....
post you favorite song/lyric or whatever...
"Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy ass bastad)
Punk mothafucka just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin moto
But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me
And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
feelin shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch gimme some mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time
Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
Fuck that shit gimme a break down before I get ill!"
post you favorite song/lyric or whatever...
"Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack
While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs
But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game
And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax
A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max
A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy ass bastad)
Punk mothafucka just call me Charles Manson
Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)
Is my mothafuckin moto
But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me
And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T
Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm
feelin shake and bake em
Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door
I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo
Bitch gimme some mothafuckin zig zags ho
Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad
Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass
But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time
Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9
Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin window
The gun in the right hand, the left one indo
But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill
Fuck that shit gimme a break down before I get ill!"