south

I was born into this shit

came out this womb sick as the full moon eclipsed

lunatic in yo midst no-one knew da crime's I'd commit with hollow-tips

ruthless I empty clips truth is I do this

the time i'd lose like my mind find it's priceless

analyze this every line every rhyme that I spit shit's rightouse

causin a crises vile and violent style vices till christ closes my eyelids

I was chosen ya been invited

into my realm of hell where dwell the silent

entrails of the dyin' blood & guts flyin', fryin'

barrel fuckin' sluts smilin' 9 ridin'

dog-pilin' piledrivin' all that survivin'

got da 5. O' hidin I aint lyin' just tryin'

to get up out this motherfuck I'm stuck reallizin'

shit out of luck get buck get struck by white lightenin'

Fuck! Should've ducked when ya eye's saw the 9 risin'....

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"Da dope game's da claim to fame if ya grow it don't blow it"

Living in the midst of madmen and poets.

I used to snort lines and slit throats with a razorblade,

now I resort 2 my 9 & down brews like they Gator- Aid.

I'll wait up late and keep myself out of sight,

Just a lil longer till you turn off your lights...

Then I'll be squeezing on yo throat till my knuckles turn white.

God created woman from man.. we were first in this world,

So I'm about to take my rib back from this girl.

Slice her from the neck down & pull out her intestines

say a silent blessin as I begin to ingest'em

Now to scrape out the rest of the carcass,

take what's mine an make my escape into the darkness.

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I told ya how it was & I'll tell ya how it is now,

if ya don't believe this shit come 2 our streets an find out.

I needn't rap about violence the streets speak for themselves,

sometimes this shit's sweet other times a living hell.

I was raised by these streets by homies & thugs,

only way of escape is downin 4d's or slangin' drugs

women come easy if ya got ya some dough,

Not all these streets are ghetto...

but we got some ghetto hoes.

There's to many times, times 2 remember,

and 2 many crimes to surrender

I don't claim to be a champ, I'm just a contender,

I put my city on the map, and the rest in blender.

I love this shit, the way my life goes,

the way my eyes glow when counting my bank roll

it's un explainable the high that I get

when I spend 10 G's without even counting it.

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I got homies doing time in the pen

& once they get out they'll be headed back again

slappin skins, makin ends legally's not my trend,

spinnin blends commitin sins, I came to win

Contended with the greatest,

If ya can't hang den C ya Lata's

ya call yo'self a playa but to me ya just a hater

another traitor a benedict arnold,

messin with my chick can be harmful.

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(I'm so Fuckin bored)

Homies got my back,

playin spades with the jumbo pack,

slammin bones, thrown craps,

rollin spliffs out the sack with canabis wRAPS.

Slick Willy Lok almost made you choke on dat last verse,

sellin ya dope the powdered smoke that'll make yo lungs burst.

Flip this beat, I'm eatin up these streets

like a koala on a eucolyptis leaf.

Felon in possession, selling my cofessions,

Fuck the priest and police and drug interventions.

Not to mention this smith & weston.

Got all these leva's guessin'

which route I'm a take with this slug,

I come from the South which some call the land of slums.

When filled with coke and rum,

no longer feelin' broke or dumb,

As I choke a nun,

cock down the throat spit drippin off the tongue.