this is our town out city our turf cops dont know shit but they gonna get murked glock 18 .. sig saur 9 smoke make my eyes low lookin like im blind eyes red but all i see is the color green weed and bitches there is nothing inbetween Taylor Gang high as a fucking kite joint in my mouth give me a fucking light. Too high to go to school so im a write you know if i go to school ill get in a fight only blood everyone else reppin crips beat a *****s ass now its time to dip hop in the whip , you know whats good ***** L rides all day , in the hood ***** cloudy in the Benz , its getting hard to breathe you know in the back , backpack full of LRG Glass jars filled with OG Kush and sour D Dont fuck with paper planes , roll up that game green. Even the black dudes be like ure blunts are mad dope acting like the Yankees is '04 your gonna fucking choke
Word, just wrote this rhyme high as fuck. so the 5 will make me flip, but thats what im used to Fear, pain, and anger are the emotions that abuse you H.i.v, aids from the pussy shoulda used two condoms for the dick, and the chick that i choosed to violate with the meat piece, now i loose you So now what to do? Im in a fucked up predicement tossed between 1 one life, and the other one the critic sent Fortune and fame, inflicted with greed Or the normal life, filled with distress and need [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IqlFy-wOFk]YouTube - Gang Starr - JFK 2 LAX *instrumental*[/ame] < instrumental