I'mma Gangsta, by Matthew Wright
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nigga's talking they don't know how to stop just look
up at the clock they knock me down so i just get back up
then they get shot then i laugh and look down and see
a bandana full of blood the cops come look for some
evidence they don't find sh** cause im enhabitant
welcome to the east side f*** that the west side
has a falcon im from the west side of the 64
empala where nigga's say where you from we'll
never say holla nigga's in new york know how
to throw up the west side word to easy im so
great belive me i make a livin writing this
sh** im so amazing they don't know what to
do with me.my name is Matthew Wright i do
prevail.so imma tell you about my life in
detail when everybody smokes i don't inhale
i had a dream i threw a cocktail now i have
to go to jail yea thats my life now im done
i die goodbye. |
Posted: 2009-06-01 04:41:31 UTC |
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