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    Birthday:November 25, 1990
    Location:Canada
    Join Date:08:54pm | Feb 26, '06
    Profile Updated:12:25pm | Nov 15, '08
    Last Active:01:13am | Aug 30, '09

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    Eye for an eye
    Ride or you die

    Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up
    I might get backed up in the traffic
    Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper
    Creeping up on me
    And I got one hand on the wheel
    One hand on the steel
    Trying to break a nigga for skrill
    And I'm ridin' wit sharp shootin' skills
    Funk season, whatever the reason
    I'm dealing wit drama
    Send me one of them mangie ass niggas
    Runnin' home, cryin' to Mama
    So I kick the door to eliminate the whole situation
    Fuckin' wit me me will ended up
    Having his family eraseded
    Face it, no charges leaving the body behind until
    You better respect game
    Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood
    But won't be caught up in a twist
    Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish
    Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads
    Fried chicken, collad greens, and potato salads
    Surrounded them by [?] of family members cryin'
    Eye for an eye' you ride or you die

    Eye for an eye
    You ride or you die ride or you die
    Niggas get at cha and run back at them
    But let them bullets fly


    He got the Mac One-O
    And moved nice on the piggies
    Hit 'em up and buck
    And leave them struck when I'm tipsy
    Ain't no love for the true thugs
    That die for this shit
    Wit 150 round drum ride for this shit
    Fuck the hard hats end locs, pass the fo fo
    And watch me smoke them hoes
    Like the last hit of indo, and fo' sho
    I smash and blast, nigga, when I'm provoked
    With a doe of platinum coke
    I holds down a fort

    Why you smiling for
    These niggas playing games on the street
    That's where they meet the heat
    They sweep they ass up off of they feet
    This ain't no fairy tale
    You fuckin' with Cel
    Hit the scenes wit machines
    If you want my team
    It ain't no in between
    Seventeen through your temple
    When your crossing the realest niggas
    To spit this killa shit on the mic
    And make the world feel us
    Hit 'em wit rounds [?]
    [?] of hollows then we follow
    Niggas to they spine
    And chop they ass up
    Wit fully-auto's

    Eye for an eye
    You ride or you die ride or you die
    Niggas get at cha and run back at them
    But let them bullets fly

    I ain't no actor bitch
    My life is worser than the movies
    For real though, from steel toes to my uzi
    Pushin' Impala S.S.'s
    Benz, Beamers, to Lamborginis
    And chase my strip down wit X.O., Henn, and Remi
    Rolex on my wrist
    Hundred dollar bill's crisp
    I pull the blunt from my lip
    Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit
    The incredible medical or hard core
    The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war
    Westcoast's the spot
    Where we lock our million dollar doors
    Survival in hell, packing heat
    Ducking from them
    I'm just a thug nigga
    Step on your street and draw my heat
    And then I plug niggas
    I be a G from the G.B.C.
    That's why I mug niggas
    Don't flag I just sag and carry a mag
    And get off in the snitches asses
    You a bitch but still ride or die
    Screaming out the block
    Bitch I'll have you die wit doc






    Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
    Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
    I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family
    And I ain't killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me
    I ride one deep, suspended license and all
    My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law
    I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang
    But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn
    They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way
    The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray
    So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it
    My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness
    Sick of I'm missing you, so here's what I'm fin to do
    Bounty hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I'ma dig a few
    The odds are against us, because we black
    So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped

    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
    We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
    Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
    We been struggling to make it, in America too long
    All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone


    Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for
    I roll on 24's, so the Dopeman is what they get me for
    And that's a shame, a nigga can't ride nice
    Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life
    I wish I could make a citizen's arrest
    Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest
    Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine
    Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine
    Six months for getting caught up, with a soldier strap
    They'll put the felonies on me, but keep your doja sack
    That's why they proud to be, an American
    What about my Negro people, look how they stare at them
    With evil eyes, they hang a brother daily G
    The Judicial system, is our modern day slavery
    We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops
    Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks

    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
    We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
    Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
    We been struggling to make it, in America too long
    All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone


    I put my hands up too slow, and I got shot in the back
    Thrown in the back of the paddy wagon, left to ride in the pack
    What about my medical condition, it's some bullshit
    We don't give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with
    Ask me why, I don't give a fuck about the police
    Cause all they offer is the penitentiary, with no peace
    They planting dope on niggaz, just to get a commission
    And if we don't cooperate, it'll be a longer stay in prison
    Everytime I had a flat, they'd just pass me by
    And if I was laying on the ground, they'd never ask me why
    But when I'm looking great, and rolling in something they can't pronounce
    They looking for any reason, not to let a nigga bounce
    Whether expired registration, or inspection stickers
    The only thing be on they mind, is we gon get them niggaz
    And it don't matter if we working, on a 9-to-5
    We rerouted by the system, facing 99

    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
    We been living hard, so it won't be soft for ya
    Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
    Mr. officer, crooked officer
    We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
    We been struggling to make it, in America too long
    All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone




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    I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
    and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
    battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size

    Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...here it come, look out, watch
    my arms...

    [Verse 1: Tupac]
    Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
    Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
    I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
    I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
    My middle finger to you hoe niggas
    Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga
    I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
    I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
    Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
    Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
    Another hustler makin' major cash
    'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
    Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
    Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
    And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
    Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

    [Chorus (x1): Tupac]
    Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
    Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
    Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
    Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

    [Verse 2: Tupac]
    They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
    But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
    Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
    I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
    Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
    Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
    I'm known to walk the streets on any block
    I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
    The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
    Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
    Lay it down just to prove it
    And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this

    [Chorus (x1): Tupac]
    Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
    Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
    Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
    Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

    [Verse 3: Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)]
    They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
    This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
    Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
    Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
    Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
    Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
    Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
    One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
    Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal
    Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
    Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
    I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
    I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'
    I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
    I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
    We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven

    [Chorus (x1): Tupac]
    Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
    Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
    Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
    Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

    [Outro: Edi Talking]
    To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
    'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
    'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..
    Thug Life we still livin it
    Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!
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    UNTITLED

    WHEN I WAS CONCIEVED I WAS NOTED AS THE WORST CAUSE I WAS BORN IN THE BACK OF A FUCKEN HURSE SICK AND INSANE THATS HOW I WAS LABELED CAUSE I KEPT PUSHING OTHER BABIES OF THE TABLE.