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I picked up a pipe, this is what I like yeah, they say that's why I picked up the mic coz crack fucked my mind imma tell you why I struggle to survive yes I

carry a knife I'll pull it an you can copp the slice all ya blood were gonna drain chop ya up that's a lot of pain I'm gonna get the blame so imma take this all the way go on stand up and run aay oh that's right I've got ya main vain with 1 flck From my blade I could of taken ya life away but now I Sit back in my cell an wonder y I let

you guck my life if I get out I won't have a knife I'll have your bloody corps all over the ducking ground you stole what I found true love An that's hard to find

you won't be getting up of the ground. I'll run you over when I steal ya mums chèvrelae tell the copper dogs you jumped in my way your insane an ya mum will get the blame that how your gonna pay with your life I don't need my knife coz I've done real time so your fucked ya better run hide coz I won't hezate to decapertae your head put it on a stick give it a kick I'm telling ya now your gonna get fucked up your a wanna be toy cunt creeps upon me in the night I'll show you how to fight wanna test me come on step up ill show my ways in a fight ill slice you up with my knife then you'll see your blood go slat when I crack your junkie cunt looking face with my bball bat il swing it once 2 3 four times idk how many times tbh I don't care my point is I'm gonna duck u up yeah haha any one else wanna step up an my boys will back me straight away but anyway that's all I'm gonna say step on me an you will see what's inside me . Strong and loyal till the end brothers in arm