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Ole DruNk rUsTy NiccA... Wa?..
WTF
jus had this drunk rusty nicca say
he heard through the grape vine that i been on some foul shit
tollum he'd do best to place that stick in the mud
cause fuckin wit me you only gon get a hunn'd percent
my walk
my talk
my dress..
my Father
my Wife
my business
not that this nicca could understand
but he got me to runnin my mouff any damn way
and this be the second time dis boy likely to get me started
he grown man
seem to have himself togetha
but shit that pop out his lips
seems to me slightly retarded
for the record
yea i beefs wit niccas
wat do ya do when a punk jumps up to get beat down?
aint my fault i carry double barrels
pull bitch made niccas hoe card
and aint neva been defeated
got my share of black eyes though
a nicca even stole and gave me a broken nose
i love it all
Papa built i rough and rugg'd
beat yo ass on the street
out think and talk yo ass on wateva level and any subject
oh yes.. im a study
religion.. politics.. to placin a cherry ontop an icecream Sunday
i battle demons
these niccas to me is childs play
where im sent to dwell
stakes are high
we on that spiritual warfare
yes.. i said we
wa?
thought i was alone
i Father has many Sons
some with patience
others more vicious
i so happen to be the gangbangin one..
Papa say i be haven too much fun
be haven to cool my heels
(like da nicca mentioned bout that foul shit.. im known to be on one fa real)
it is wa it is..
i be like.. coach lemme in..
hand me da ball.. gimme two or three good blocks
get the kicker ready.. this touchdown gon need da extra point
hell.. at times i use to wonder..
whats the point?
but as of late my Pops said.. 'its time to rise!'..
He say jump..
i have no questions.. my ass is up.. reachin fa howeva high..
for I in i know no lie..
8^/ Daddy's lil Souljah..
jus had this drunk rusty nicca say
he heard through the grape vine that i been on some foul shit
tollum he'd do best to place that stick in the mud
cause fuckin wit me you only gon get a hunn'd percent
my walk
my talk
my dress..
my Father
my Wife
my business
not that this nicca could understand
but he got me to runnin my mouff any damn way
and this be the second time dis boy likely to get me started
he grown man
seem to have himself togetha
but shit that pop out his lips
seems to me slightly retarded
for the record
yea i beefs wit niccas
wat do ya do when a punk jumps up to get beat down?
aint my fault i carry double barrels
pull bitch made niccas hoe card
and aint neva been defeated
got my share of black eyes though
a nicca even stole and gave me a broken nose
i love it all
Papa built i rough and rugg'd
beat yo ass on the street
out think and talk yo ass on wateva level and any subject
oh yes.. im a study
religion.. politics.. to placin a cherry ontop an icecream Sunday
i battle demons
these niccas to me is childs play
where im sent to dwell
stakes are high
we on that spiritual warfare
yes.. i said we
wa?
thought i was alone
i Father has many Sons
some with patience
others more vicious
i so happen to be the gangbangin one..
Papa say i be haven too much fun
be haven to cool my heels
(like da nicca mentioned bout that foul shit.. im known to be on one fa real)
it is wa it is..
i be like.. coach lemme in..
hand me da ball.. gimme two or three good blocks
get the kicker ready.. this touchdown gon need da extra point
hell.. at times i use to wonder..
whats the point?
but as of late my Pops said.. 'its time to rise!'..
He say jump..
i have no questions.. my ass is up.. reachin fa howeva high..
for I in i know no lie..
8^/ Daddy's lil Souljah..
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