mortuus est
Veteran
he hop up, i shoot him in the hip... you can call that hip hop
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please...link.
I'm like the bones in Fat Joe's legs, I move crack
If he think bullets don't burn, hit him in the side with the revolver
I bet you'll give him side burns like a barber
you had that cocaine so long it smell stale
I make hella sales, my caine go (kangol) like LL's
I stack money while you spending yo doe
I must stash like the hair between your lips and your nose
I put yo baby daddy in a body bag
when I squeeze and let the wop clap, i'll bag dad like Iraq
I don't know what you actin heartless for
when you know you a Target like the department store
don't talk about gang bangin, my homies throw up them b's cra-zy
so in the streets I keep B with me like Jay-Z
these bullets travel like basketball players who don't dribble
I'm like the bones in Fat Joe's legs, I move crack
I swear on god in heaven that I didn't make any of those up. Papoose really said those lines
There's a line I can't quite remember that had me DYING.
Something about hammer and doing the monster mash.
Help me out. lol.
"run up like a monster, grab the hammer and start to mash/ wear a mask like halloween have you doin the monster mash"
WTF