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ICQ: 178725656
Join Date: Nov 2002
Location: Sunny San Diego
Posts: 12,366
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Foolio is a Gangsta!
Hells ya homie!!
Now lets all sing along! I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a WANKSTA and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha time, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and cop and go we sellin nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2X] You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin [Verse 2] Damn Homie, in highskool you was tha man, homie fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon' meet my berretta Now shawty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She try ta dip in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, start some bullshit, she get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step guerrilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy my emeny , partna, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, fo sho, I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon murd 50, how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and kr'z 15's? clips with night vision, shell catchers and infa beams, huh
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