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Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. I used to live downtown, 129th St Convent. Everything got beat. Party ball in the park. Nothing but girls. That the dog. We chill. Nobody gets still in the place. We cover helmet. If you try them, that's for me. We'll get it. Wow. But they don't fight. They kill that. I remember parties in the park, the girlies rubbing up in the dark. I was smooth till someone pulled the gun. It was over. They fall my fun. I was flying just like a Jack start dying. Nah, I ran through the backyard trying to get my builder saying, why in the heck won't somebody kill them one day? Fell look got together. They found that no one would ever come and I'll block and terrorize us. The game that used to do it now they idolize us guns. We don't like to use them unless enemies choose them. We prefer to fight you all like a man and beats down with our hands. The body slam you with the ball ball. We all thought trouble boy do we ended our time. We like to spend it snapping. Boy...
At 3/3/13 01:36 AM, dinoantiallen said...
Cool Moe Dee, This was my JAM, back in the Day!