bkrotha bklacc wit a momma that likes cracc...
str8 outta tha 24th street garden bklocc n***a you know wat im sayin str8 c-ripkin cuzz sac-town style n***a and i'll split your fuccin wig locc comin upk on me frontin like you some gangster ***** fucc that and fucc you ill bklow you a new fuccin a*****e if you come upk on me claiming something i clearly see you aint thats on my moma ***** str8 like dat, bketter yet thats on my bklocc locc i will 187 your goofy lookin a** ***** remembker dat
its me niggas coming soon to a hood near you
Crips dont Die, they just multiply
much love foe tha Lynch Hung
gots luv 4 tha Tripkle Sicx
peep this c.R.I.P. to my uncle robk who passed on november 11, 08 u was like my older bkrotha much luv ***** u was taken too soon I bke missen u everyday
only things i can actually say i luv
when i die, show no pkitty, bkury my bkody in that muthaphukkin sac-town cripk city
bkless tha son that holds his own
For all That There is, and all Thats to bke, I'm Just Killin' Time, and Times Killin' Me....
WHO IN THA FUCC IS STILL TRUE N' STILL BKLUE??!!
its one of many motherfucca think im lyin cuzz? try me you kno where im at
guess wat daddys bkringin home foe supper, ***** nuts n' guts and slabks of human meat muthafucca, NOW EAT
my bkuddies bklue pitbkull Quake
Diesel my Dobkerman Pinscher
wat can i say im a sicc individual bkut u can thank the fuccin streets and the sicc s**t i see every fuccin day im glad i can still laugh bkout tha s**t i see
it out yo
I'M ALL UP IN YA FACE BkUT YA STILL CAN'T C ME