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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..
Written by RedHot_Peppers
Published | Edited 9th Nov 2011
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