Steady bombing....so if ya'll want retrospect for life listen to Common
Savage sharp-shooters ..i'm stong arming.. my lady like Electra looking like Carmen..
Snap the bones in ya arm men..ur charmen soft shitty raps aren't charming..
Fallen from stallin'....shot-up..and crawling..
Squad in the hall...hauling bodies in trashbags..the time morning...
The treachery i was enjoying.. giving Scotty tissue.. to ya fam mourning..
Storm-in..doors..kick em in like Swat..wit firearms drawing..
Seeds born-in..crazy times.. so abortions happen half the time..
When ya peeps ask why your not walking..tell em if was J.T.S. that snapped ya spine out of line..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by J.T.S.; 09-15-2007 at 12:30 PM.