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     | Thursday, January 04, 2001 - 09:29 pm niggas dun no me e2g smoke weed every day of the week keep my heat close to me u know me homie cock it back let it go slowly niggas acting like hoes trying to get close wit me but now they realize who the finess be in this somalian rappers dinasty niggas wishing why not me blow for blow but i am still the best yo •••• the rest yo they aiming for head my i still vest yo around my chest niggas trying test if they come wit the •••• i clip a hoe shoot a hoe where my souljas yo u know e2g kill for sure and if the cops come i still will niggas know the deal when my men come out we gonna kill for real scream and shout jump in the club cuz some niggas gonna die tonite if u wit me come ride tonite got guns on whole sale retail got that rebate keep that heat tail these niggas trying to wish to never see me they crying i think they need tissue but i won;t miss u be back tommorow get my gat and clip u shoot u in the head dead u then let mo thug come and wet u so who gonna grab a few e2g wit a magnum full bullet wit my initial niggas woke up in the streets but they be sleeping in the casket dead bastard they still ask us watch us in the streets its hell fire watch what u preech niggas tryin to learn but i don’t teach i stick like leech better bet now i got crews with a touch down and the field goal nigga what now
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| | Thursday, January 04, 2001 - 10:09 pm who that nigga walking dixon pants low limpen hanging with crooks that be sippin hennesy and sharnay spliffen heat by side when ride for a fight pull the heat very quicken they call me e2g the B.I.G of this gangsta •••• bitches envey me in this rappen whats happenen partna wanna ball wit the best come on a bring it harder i am gonna bring the hard core •••• to ya let me begin niggas wishing i don’t bust my gun when i put the clips in the line getting thin my patience getting slim i ma win theres a long list of sins hold on they put a young nigga in this hard life expect to do well and survive in this street life the pressure got me trife no regretion when i pull the knife stab u in the back twice just like the years back when us niggas held the streets down if they fucked around we bust our gats just like that penitentiary niggas who act infact big timers rymers e2g the finess somalian rapper slash stlyist your hiness minus the bad side u got the nicest for priceless keep it kicken my life is slippen i am hanging on the edge about to fall off YA U HEARD THAT NIGGA FROM DIXON
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 03:35 pm YO I AM IMPATIENT LIKE AN ANGREY HATIAN IMMIGRANT/SILLY $HIT I USED TO DO WAY BACK WHEN/ PLAYING THE FITLE, WHILE I TRY TO TELL SOME RIDDLES/ REMEMBER WE ALWAYS SHARED SKITALLS/ I KNOW THIS $HIT THAT I AM SPITTING MIGHT SOUND LIKE DIDLE/ BUT GIRLS LIKE LIDAL TELLING ME TO KEEP ON/ SO BEEP ON, I DON’T GIVE A F@CK/ CAUSE MY RHYMES TIGHTER THEN A VIRGINES QUCHIE/ NEVER SEE ME WITH HUCHIES/ MAYBE SOME GROPIES/ONE OR TWO BY THE NAME OF RUPIE/PEACE TO NAPPY ABDI, AND BIG SMOOTH/ILL SEE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU/NIGGAS CAN’T EAT MY FOOD, T DOT NIGGAS CAN’T EVEN GET OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL/BUT, F@CK THAT, WHAT MUGLEY SAYING ABOUT THE BABYBLUE SOUND CREW/YOU KNOW MAN DEM GOT SERIOUS TINGS PLANNED FOR 2001/ ONLY WACK NIGGAS RUN, GUN WATTAS LIKE ME MAKE BITCHES STUNNED, WE THEY SEE MY BIG TOOL/SHATTA, NEVER MUTTA,SHABBA STILL LOOKING UGLY, BUT BITCHES STILL TRIPPING ON HIS DICK/YOU LOOKING LIKE MIDDAY, I’M LOOKING LIKE MIDNIGHT WANNA FIGHT/TAKE THIS FREESTYLING $HIT TO NEW HIGHTS/THEN AFTER I’M DONE TAG YOU WITH A RED SCARLETT LETTER/WACK NIGGAS LIKE AHMED BIG SMOOTH TALKING BOUT HOW THEY RUN MISSION/BUT THE TRUTH IS HIS GAME IS SO WACK HE COULDN’T GET A GIRLS NUMBER EVEN IF HE HAD CALLER ID/ I SPIT POSINE IV/ DECERATE MY HOUSE WITH IVORY/MOGADISHU NIGGAS STILL RUNNIG THINGS/ITS ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY, DON’T YOU WISH YOU WERE ME/ SO YOU COULD SEE WHAT I HAVE SEEN/GO WHERE I HAVE BEEN/YOU STILL FRONTING LIKE YOU DON’T/ BUT THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS YOU REALLY TO YOUNG TO DO WHAT I HAVE DONE/YOUR EYES START TO BRUZZ, WHEN YOU LOOK AT MY LAND CRUZER, YOU FUCKING LOSER/ MY STYLE IS LIKE AIDS, DON’T NOBODY WANT IT/STILL COLD AS ICE LIKE MOP/ I REMEMBER OPP USED TO BOTHER ME ON THEM ONTARIO HIGHWAYS/NEVER SEE ME SHOPPING AT BUYWAY/BITCH ITS MY WAY OR NO WAY/I MIGHT GET ONE OR TWO BLOWS ON THE GO/YOU FUCKING HOE/SNOOP DOGG SAID IT BEST/ I DON’T LOVE THEM HOES/IT’S ALL ABOUT THE DOW IN 2001/ GET IN MY WAY AND I MIGHT JUST PULL OUT MY GUN/ DUN YOU DON’T WANNA STEP TO THIS/ NIGGAS GO RETARDED JUST TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS/ AFTER I PISS ON YOU, NIGGA YOU BELONG TO ME/ WE STILL GOT THE BEAST IN US/ BUT YOUR BITCHES STILL TRYING TO KISS US/ NO MATTER HOW VISHIOUS WE MIGHT APPEAR TO BE/
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| | Monday, January 08, 2001 - 03:47 pm Yo wuss up Egal, it me BS MAN. Yo when are you going to move down to Ohio. Anyway, if you ever are on this sit again, I also go by the name AKA_HONIC. Oh and we need to talk business, record deal business($$$$$$$$$$$$$).
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| | Tuesday, January 09, 2001 - 02:54 pm Where you at E2G.
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| | Tuesday, January 09, 2001 - 06:00 pm Yo...Yo.....with a pen i'm skilled but with a mic i'm iLL// You couldn't 'ease' the lyrical pain even if you took 'advil'// Cuz I put niggaz ta 'sleep' like 'Nyquil' like 'ice' I just 'chill'// Still wannabe'z tryin ta cop my style and itz obvious// But you could be a 'copycat' and still not bite this// Bite somethin that don't exist, don't think so i'ma 'Ghost'writer// You can't 'see' me but like a 'shootin star' my lyricz burnin 'brighter'// Then the rest of ya'LL cuz i'm 'blessed' like 'Mother Theresa'// So Lyrically 'Literate' my flowz are used as author'z 'thesis'// I'm 'Beavis' and my opponents are alwayz a 'Butt-Head'// Try and 'test' this 'teacher' you'll end up dead// Cuz you can't kill what you can't see, i'm a figment of your imagination// But i'm alwayz 'exciting' like an 'exclamation'// While alwayz on 'point' like triangles or 'acupuncture'// Ya'll claimin mic stability when ya'll lack basic structure// Watch as i puncture with ryhmez so explicit, dayum i'm terrific// Like 'MJ on the basketball court' my ryhmez are simply 'exquisite'//
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| | Wednesday, January 10, 2001 - 12:49 am y'all niggers wanna bring out the hidden talent of me,greatest rapper am bound to be,i'll cat with thight flows am just something y'all got to see.twisting words and spitting verbs like the H.I.N.C. rich am bound to be , bitches am bound to get, your wack rhyms they about to forget,incomapreison your rhym aint worth the penny and am bound to bet. so y'all niggers come off your sets and less battel over the net. what what. a littel something something. e2g,bs man, ghetto girl, much love.. keep it coming y'all
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| | Wednesday, January 10, 2001 - 04:03 am This is the story of how Snoop Doggy dog, the famous Majertain Rapper, got from the Mudug to NYC. One day Snoop and his older brother were out with the herd and suddenly Snoop began: "Motherfuckin' camels want to eat and drink and sleep. And all I do is watch 'em, and also watch the sheep. We walk from place to place never gittin' anywhere The food ain't really good and the dust is everywhere. We never do no cruisin' and we never go to clubs the place is really boring and it's also full of thugs From AK-47s to the famous RPG It seems like someones always tryin' to take a shot at me. what the •••• we doin' watchin' camels and the sheep? We could be gittin' high, and gittin' lots of sleep. Snoops brother doesn't understand a word, but it occurs to him that this might be something Americans would like. So he asks his dad. "Those stupid kufaars??? You could convince them we have a ski resort here." So Snoop hops the next Dhow to NYC and the rest is history.
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| | Wednesday, January 10, 2001 - 11:12 am LOL......LOL......LOL.......WHATS DIS SIBLING RIVALRY?????....I'M A STICK WITH BLOOD AND GIVE IT FOR E2G OR AS I LIKE TO CALL HIM (SHYT RHYMES).....KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK BROTHA MAN....!!!!!! GHETTO WHY MUST U ALWAYS HURT........???????? NUFF LUV & RESPECT ALWAYS, SPARKLE*
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 04:39 am the Mooryan rap We're driven in the technicals We're shooting at the gaal We're making it with lots of chicks It's gittin' kinda loud We spend the day just chewing Khat And lounging all around We rip of all the NGOs And then we screw around Every day is fun there's nothing you can do when we decide to run on up and shoot a while at you.
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 07:42 am I belive its my turn Let me hold that mic of you They call me A B Dizzy Make this look easy Know am get my when I spit this rhyme Secretely been lacin Knowing record heads will be chasin Am on mission with a vision Broadcasted live on television Majoring in paper chasin That will take me through the valley of the haters Swim through island of the fakers My game is addictive than nicotine Stronger than a bodybuilder on creatine Greasier than a gallon of gelatin Lyrics full of protein Stimulets your left and right brain Got more tracks than train Drop harder than rain Stink you like dudu stain Dictatin every MCs next move Entacin them with booze Hit them when they snooze Stepped in this game with no intation to loose Retrace my tracks to pick up a clue Give respect to where they are due Mom, Pop, and the color blue
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 08:18 am e2g go back to grammar school man u got a whole life ahead of you if you know in your mind that u can't succeed in rap there's always second option and thats going back to school or hitting the factory lol(working in the factory) for real dog I read your shyt and it seems like you got lyrical disability and I hope you don't call yourself a rapper/i think you should call yourself more like a garbage collector. I took a journey through this forum and I done seen so many fresstylers but I only found six of them and I hope they write their own stuff because it doesn't seem like it. and now i don't feel like releasing their names but f*ck it I will release it. dash (this kid can tell a story without his rhymes breaking up I mean thats amazing I compared him to eminem) proffesor(daamn I gave him a MVP award which stands most valuable poet) Notorious(another kid who can terrorize the mic with his touchy lyrics) lyrical queen(to them all girls this girl can rip the mic apart) yaquub( another freestyler who is beggining to shine and will be good in the future) sexymama( this lady can break it down for real)
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 09:46 am Y'all makin da flow go low actin all shi$t wit fit pretendin ya know how to outwit niggas blazin shi$t baggy jeans slick get off my face b4 i hit da flick flick flick triggers lie down motherfuckers i'ma shoot yo faces. spread dem pieces all da places bum bum bum
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 11:56 am Lol@@@@@Mad Mac! funny, sad and true!
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 02:39 pm for all the ladies E2G WANTS YOUR PHONE NUMBER What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to fuuck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? (True). Lookin kind a good in your birthday (suit). I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like it from the front or the back side? Wach me while you lick yourlips shake your hips. Goddamn shiit cause , I love that shiit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room girl are u Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number? Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car. Never had sex with a somalian rap star Till I got her in the back of my car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bitches. Let me here you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's go bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind . If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let ME play. What'z ya phone number. i was kinda shy she was kinda fly i was dying for a piece of that sweet potatoe pie light brown color light brown eyes light brown bitch for my light brown dick
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| | Thursday, January 11, 2001 - 03:49 pm Aiyyo it's funny dunn The nicestS niggas unite as one Collide the sun wit the moon, BOOM!! I leave you brighted from the gloom My fully loaded clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you wit? Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon And curl the planets I'm ?palanatic? wit lyrics spannin for galaxies Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom E2G i puncture your lung cavity don't be bad at me the name be E2G Rapidly flowin, controllin the time Flip over the line, I'm blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass It's satisfaction guaranteed Wit Fiction like Quentin Taranteen' Kickin your baddest dreams, •••• you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise Now you know me for life SINCERLY E2G ALWAYS TRIFE
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| | Friday, January 12, 2001 - 01:55 pm Yo I'm about to drop some crazy mad lyrics right about know, directed to a made up person check it. Every FUCKING day of my life, my mind is filled with violent thoughts. Sitting up in my room like Brandy, plotting how I'm gonna get you back. The way you front makes me wanna play racist, and beat you up just for being yourself. The mere mentioning of your name makes me wanna rip your tonsils out, and use them for shoelaces, or better yet cut your head of and have a conversation with it. Every FUCKING time your image pops up in my head, it makes me wanna run up in your house and put a new twist on the columbine shooting. Bitch nigga, shoot you up in front of your family, and then help myself to some food in your refrigerator. I can almost taste the sweet taste of victory, drooling your blood instead of saliva, and wiping it of with your sister's panties, while she's giving me head, and your still floating in red. Yeah I can see it all right now, the only time my mind is at rest, is when I think of you being dead right about now. I get on my black nokia, and tell you to watch your back from now on. I'm a make sure that it's your fucking words you choke. You tried to provoke me and it worked, Gonna get what you deserve. If your getting scared, I understand the fright, in having a tight fight tonight, but at least show up, say "bye, bye, bye" cause my assault has you struggling to stay in sync. Nigga you once tried to battle me, but you know what, your lyrics are so wack, that even if you had flaming verbal diarrhea, you still couldn't spit hot $hit, let a lone bullshit. The crazy $hit that I got planned for you, is the type of $hit that movie sequels are made out of. Something like Jason's back, but just Black ready to wope some ass. You better believe this Dun, I use word to my advantage, so lethal with them that I take the Rock from Chris Rock and hit you with it. I eat so many niggas food, that I am about 350 pounds lyrically speaking. You know what, spitting this just got me to a new stage of being crazy, so F.U.C.K this free-styling $hit, open your door bitch, and take this beating like a man. But wait, before I knock you out, what was I mad at you about, you know what sorry bout all them harsh words, I didn't mean to bother you like this, oh by the way can I get a cold drink of water to calm my crazy ass downnnnnnnnnnn. This goes out to my boys in Capital Park, Dixon, Rexdale, Scarborough, Regine Park, East & West Mall, and all the other Somali filled hoods, you know how we do.
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| | Saturday, January 13, 2001 - 05:43 am lol MAD MAC I LIKE YOUR STYLE MAN ...... KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK...............
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| | Saturday, January 13, 2001 - 09:17 am I GOT RYHMES AS HOT AS HELLA WE BAD BUT THEY STILL CALL US THE GOOD FELLAS PUT DOWN MONEY FOR BAIL FOR THE NEXT TIME I GO BACK TO JAIL ONE LONELY DARK CELL THIS IS PROPBABLY WORSE THAN HELL THESE PUSSY JAIMACAN I NEVER FEAR PUNK EM OFF THE START POURING TEARS THINK THEY HARD CORE SMOKING WEED AND DRINKING BEARS THIS TIME SPEAKING THE WHOLE TRUTH SOMALIAN LIVING PROOF GODS TRUTH EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS IN THE SHOOTING RANGE IN THE RAIN WIT NO SHIRT I AM A STORM TROOP A WHO THE HELL CAN DO IT LIKE SUPA DUPA RHYMES THAT I SPEAK DEADLY ASSASIN HEART OF A LION SWEET PASSION NO WASTING TIME NIGGAS TAKING LESSONS TO BECOME CLOSE WIT ME E2G LURKING IN THE DARKNESS IN THE STREETS OF DC FACE LOOKS INNOCENT BUT THE TRUTH IS I AIN’T SCARED TO KILL ANY MEN BIG OR TALL SHORT OR FAT LOAD THE BULLETS AND SHOW HIM GAT TO SHOTS ITS JUST LIKE THAT NIGGA IS DEAD FLAT LAYING ON IS BACK WATCH OUT DON’T JUDGE A NIGGA BY HIS LOOKS U MIGHT GETSHOOK THE NEXT DEAD NIGGA WRITTEN IN THE BOOKS HIS BRAIN DEAD AS HE TOOK ON PUFF OF SWEET E2G WEED COPS CAME THEN WE FLEED BRING ME NOT THE BILLS THE G’S THATS HOW IT GOT A BE E2G ON TIGHT FLOWS LIKE THESE TELL U WHOLE STORIES IT WASN’T ALWAYS ABOUT THE GLORY DEAD NIGGAS COULDN’T TELL BEFORE ME FREESTYLING IN THE CLUBS WHERE I BE WILDEN 30 OF US IN THE CLUB PUT U IN THE MIDDLE THEN WE RUSH LIKE LIONS WHO NEVER HAD FOOD IN MONTHS NONE OF U FAKE ASS NIGGAS CAN •••• WIT US AND ITS JUST LIKE THAT
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| | Tuesday, January 16, 2001 - 12:08 pm yea yea dat's my boy tearin' up da placeeeeeee, keep it up boy...................
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| | Wednesday, January 17, 2001 - 01:28 pm when the fack is dixon bitches gonna learn they lesson..... moda facking GEEKZ and NERDZ freestyling on web. while we southhall niggz. cash'n billz, an getting respect from fedz. wit each on parol, we stillz blaz every BANK. daimondz we deposit on SWISS BANKZ..... Dixon,,,,,ya niggz r street thugz, we're just littlebit higher rank than yo, don't get me wrong, i donn't wear FUBU. i prefere ARMANI. that showz ya niggz the diffrence. but no hate for ya niggz u still growing.
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| | Saturday, January 20, 2001 - 01:20 pm YO THERE IS A SITE THAT IS BEING BUILT AS YOU READ THIS ROUNDING UP SOMALI SINGERS,(R&B ONLY PLEASE!) RAPERS , COMEDIANS ETC, YOU CAN CHECK IT KNOW I THINK? BUT STAY TRUE AND LOOK OUT FOR NUR-BEATZ AT WWW.NURBEATZ.CONNECT.TO PEACE.
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| | Monday, February 12, 2001 - 05:54 pm YO! THIS GOES OUT TO THE SOMALIAN MAN COMMING TO THIS LAND, AND DON'T UNDERSTAND. THE LAND OF SHATAN, IT WILL TAKE YOUR DEEN, MAKE YALL SCREEM, FORGET YOUR SALAAT, WONT PAY ZAKAT, NOW BLACK IS YOUR HEART. SO BEFORE YOU GO THERE, CLEAN OUT YOU EARS, SO YOU WILL HEAR,THE CALL TO PRAYER, BEFORE ITS TO LATE. THAT'S WHY YOU NEED TO BE ON YOUR KNEES BEGGING ALLAH PLEASE FORGIVE YOU FOR YOUR EVIL DEEDS. FOR REAL.
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| | Monday, February 12, 2001 - 07:33 pm AM THE ILLEST AND SICKEST NIGGA ALIVE//// BY MENTILY N PHYICALLYMY//// WHOLE CREW TELL ME AM DA DEADLIEST NIGGA ON THIS PLANET,////////////// I RIDE WITH DA ILLEST SOMALIAN ALIVE////, LL TO THE FULLEST, YOU KNOW DA DEAL, NIGGAS TALK,//// BUT I ACT, AM LIKE DA NEW LEE, COME ON MY WAY N YOUR LIFE/////, IS LIKE DA DON ON FRONT PAGE OF DA NEW YORK TIMES, DANGE IS MY RIGHT WING, GOT A KILLER HEART, YOUNG,FULL OF ACTION///, SEE LIFE AS A SIMPLE ROAD,,///// NOW BACK TO MY ROOTS////NEVER FORGET WHERE I CAME FROM////STILL REMEMERING THEM DAYS////STILL SHINING//// YEA YEA, YOU KNOW YOU KNOW,////BUT ONE THING IS FOR SURE,////// TILL DA DAY I DIE, STILL KEEP ON DAILING 411/LL WARNING THIS IS ONLY FOR TRUE NIGGAS//N//HUSLER///N THEM RIDE OR DIE CHICKS,////
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| | Tuesday, February 13, 2001 - 07:12 pm WHAT A WASTE. WE INVENTED WRAP. WHY YOL NOT WRAP IN SOMALI??? YOL AUGHT BE LEADERZZZ NOT TAILS, FOLLOWERS AND LOOZERS!!!!!!!!!! THIS ONE IS FROM MARKA CADDEY... WIILKAAN WALAALKAY WAY WALAASHIISAAN QABAA WAY BUURANTAHAY BUURAY KA TIMID WAY KABA CADDAHAY KENYAAY KA TIMID KUMIYAAN WADA KAWADA NAGEEY WAA KAAGA ..... KAA SHEEXIMAA KIDS WE WOULD GET IN A CIRCLE KIDS FROM NORTHSIDE AND KIDS FROM SOUTHSIDE. TAKE TURNS GO IN THE CENTER AND WRAP CALLING THUM NIGGERS AND THEIR HOMMIES NAMES AND DIS'M SO BAD. WE WOULD MAKE IT UP RIGHT THERE AND IT RHYMMED. TILL IT BROKE INTO A FIGHT. THEM DAYS WERE WHEN MEN WERE BOYZZ PEACE
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| | Friday, February 23, 2001 - 04:04 pm Ain't this some •••• niggaz go pound for pound and forgot about me...... A yow I study niggaz eyes, picture perfet they moves, giving unknown diseases, let them vacate the premises like boys on blue just rolling by, who deal who kill none, but them niggaz on cheeps crusting on bootz breaking spinal cords my guns shoot on air only 4th of july rest I spray street sweeper style got niggaz in the combat, killing machines leave you half dead let you slide to the disable parking nobody but us standing tall we light that blunt burn roaches on wounded ones and ride with sick wid it crew that scream lets •••• on this niggaz bitch's............ there goes a sample for all who test the (DON PRIYON) A.K.A GHOST RIDERS FAM.....REP ON WEST COAST... (206,208, 213,303,310,415,510 & 619)
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