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Originally Posted by Pat Bateman
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When the clipse wrote 'Trill' they had this picture in mind.
Also here's a Mobb verse that Prodigy recently admitted on his blog was inspired by this picture of the Gawd.
Gun wars, money, hustle, the hoes
Niggaz that don't get along for life, that's how it go
Momma's victim, take care of there kids, and let 'em roam
And you can see how he or she gon' be when they get grown
Your childhood, ideals crushed, youth press due and stuffed that
Basically, just go fuck ya ass up, you a volcano about to erupt
Runnin' the corrupt guns shiny, but them basketball trophies covered in dust
Them babies kids, the innocent that was lost in
Not them, circumstances, and had that hand forced
When I was little, yeah I dreamt of the Porshe, and of course
Ain't get it, admitted, them loose rocks, the only source
To that shit that rob and lease, preech the riddle was in reach
God, give me one last word, to killa
Yo, you lookin' down in the hood, willin' with that advice
But as we speak another nigga, gettin' killed tonight