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09-16-2008, 11:59 AM
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God Of WAr
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Summer Wars
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When the beef is on the sweat storms from your pores Degrees rise as the smoke settles like scores Hot streets bodies on floors hate these "Summer Wars" V1 A hit is an no mercy act of unforgivesness cats scramble through the shambles to not be called a witness these strips get ripped from dollar chasing big buisness Little fish guppies looking at me all grumpy Want me silenced it's 'Silent murder" violence Used to peaceful people but the government drugs made us tyrants Kids bored with sports the blocks the shooting range Very few can aim there's no soon to come change Stupid idiots dying over small change Cold world cocaine cowboys laying bloody in grain They can use drugs but they can't use theryr'e brains fiends pushing needles in veins, o.d. addicts found slain In need of jobs so the tresure is a safe that's robbed kids here don't prey to god just money, weed, and firearms Call it wrong yeah who created the blueprint? Willie lynched my people, and didn't keep it moving Family verse family, keep it in the family shootings V2 Trying to get a slice of the devil's pie, wondering why i'm born to die scorned to try, degrees fry emotions, and bullets fly Driveby's my guys verse yours, turf wars another herse lord, the block rampages were known for Thoughts hit my dome dreams of war Shell shocked like Vietnam tour survivors Fuck getting money to impress honey's my kids hungry biters Fasted from meat, life is something i can't cheat homicides permanetly trapped in my brain i can't sleep To only awake to shots licking, medicine can't fix these headaches Different strokes high like the rent, tinted window car full of coke Minds crack addicts fade to black, the blacks illuminati straight jacks No homo but were basically getting fucked in the ass Raw fuck they laws, they got weapons so do i so go ahead Draw and find your brain fragments cover the fucking wall V3 A ghetto bastard like Treach mama raised me to be the best Came up stressed, hard liquior, wars, and sex Never repped a set, haven't settled yet Going down from the 4 pound round They won't let us breathe so we drown Babies in caskets underground murderers flee out of town To face a karma that armor couldn't shield Ya''ll sell drugs, but my true thugs know the deal Bush Sr. getting large of the weight, and blue still red pills, marshall law coming soon better believe their running drills expand your mind killer, or else your a meal A slave living zombie withering away Grown men hitting babies with strays Around my way there's no such thing as a lovely day
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09-16-2008, 12:04 PM
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God Of WAr
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Thanx Bronze!
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09-16-2008, 03:05 PM
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H.R. Puffinstuff
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section 9 represent
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09-17-2008, 06:20 PM
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TRIBU MILITIA
Join Date: Aug 2005
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nice visionay inspired me to throw a VS....props.....REMIX
When the beef is on leave them wrapped in gores Degrees rise as the smoke settles the scores Mob street brawls bodies galore hate these "Summer Wars" Welcome to da summer warz da four fifth hit-em hard watch-em summersault From New York to St. Andres’ fault, swiggin malt liquor pour a little out for my nigga All 4 da cream, paid wit his life go figga, grave diggaz da shift filled with da realist killaz All types of dealerz, hoes, winos, fiends, young kids with dreams try to get it by any means Many seen laid out on da floor wit them things, it’s wut da drama of da summer heat brings Me & Chinese chicken wings peepin da steeze out a movie-theme casting full pump action No relaxin strictly fully loaded automatics flasin, da hood running frantic, street antics, Police panic another cop shot wut a tragic, shoalin niggaz is not tryin 2 have it, reek havoc, Crimes of passion, da peoplez iz da victimz to the system forgive-em god will deliver-em through acts of wisdom if not cataclysm peace |
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09-19-2008, 11:49 AM
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God Of WAr
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