Unpredictable

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who knew when i was cold. who knew when i was getting bold. Uncontrolled
feeling like a domino eventually i'll have to fall. With my blood pouring like a
waterfall but today isn't my day cause the life of an og doesn't just end it keeps on going
keeps on living in the stories told and the green passing from hand to hand feel
like the living dead or a dead man walking used to go haunting all of my mental compartments
looking for the answers to the blood on my carpets. was it the molly the shrooms
or the coke that i was on then do i kill or do i just warn him my brain in pieces
do i just multiply or deny your wishes cause the life of a ganger is the life on which
i'd blame it run in with my gun and leave you fuckers braindead know that as the one who
took your life is still here to say it and get lit on my bankroll in this its more than a project
storing and launching rockets 3.5 mil i've gained since the day i started rocking it
kick back and relax as the pot starts dropping in. take it like a hallmark card
and send it to your door early christmas present gotta toke some more leave it
to the og's who break the green open and blow a cloud amidst the breeze purple
and og all day the life that know's me as well as i know the streets of belleville
my homies crying out a brawl in the street pull a gun and everyone scream get down
better watch out or i'll spray you like a ceiling fan shoot you dead understand fam
don't cross me or i'll gut you where you stand it's like a malevolent dance one that leaves
many dead and even less a chance but there's no time to grieve ready your stance and
advance you better believe i will achieve and unleash a hellstorm with my enemies
falling like trees by a tornado in a hailstorm unleash the rhymes like a brainstorm
giving every small detail attention for i must pay foremost attention to the host of
my mission and whether he will pay or leave me broke and in a ditch so i stay on my
edge to condemn them mean ones to hell and have the nice friends stay with me
until cross me or drop on the concrete no wish to have them come back and
haunt me quit taunting me or i'll leave one in your forehead and the rest in your dead body

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Mydnyt3
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