Posted by J~RoC on January 8, 2006, 1:37 pm
152.163.100.136
ya'll aim for the waist, I pop mines high/
in the daze, off haze wit the stop sign eyes/
if RoC on ya head, then nigga you would know/
its the kid wit the cig and the sewer flow/
made the block pop, when the crack came/
buttered tan with the rubberband on the crack change/
and am the one that the gutter guys watch/
on the corner wit the jars in the butterfly tops/
blast wit the mag, j roc bang things/
stab through his abs till I hit a main vein/
cant breath when I sqeeze, put the to his head/
get smacked wit the gat, then strapped to a chair/
ya turn for the urn when the piece go up/
sqeeze the eag till police show up/
you dont care bout ya back till a hawk go through it/
I'll help heat ya grill like am charcoal fluid/
get change off caine, got a steardy block grind/
hustle in a hoody wit a dirty glock nine/
400 for the nine on the streets, the gun price/
my bars dumb hard, man #### it am dumb nice/
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