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The Screw, have you heard that new remixed joint by Pac and Biggie featuring Mary J Blige? I think it is called House of Pain. It is on the new Biggie Album. It is a hot track.......
Yeah samatar is a nice joint. Biggie is crazy wallahi.
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my ceeb licked Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’ abortion She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin’ on her chest just to stop my fuckin’ hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My babies’ mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2 Who’s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ buddah head The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t, I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me Naw you wouldn’t understand (nigga, talk to me please) You see it’s kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back Should I die on the train track, like remo in beatstreet People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone She knew me and her sista had somethin’ goin’ on I reach my peak, I can’t speak, Call my nigga chic, tell him that my will is weak. I’m sick of niggas lyin’, I’m sick of bitches hawkin’, Matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin’.
Do you realize how many fools worship this dead kaafir worldwide. Right now he is swimming in hell, and yet many dhocils and gangsta-wannabes are talking, dressing, walking and acting like him.
I KILLED HIM WHAT YOU GONNA DO??? HUH HUH YOU PUNK ASS FOOL (I felt so ghetto doing that) [/quote]
ohh my god, even through the computer, u sound embarrassing get away nerd... *gives u the x sign with his fingers* stay back dork...i got pepper spray punk
isnt that shirt a bit too young....let the shirt grow up....whats up with dudes wearing tight shirts?