| Practice Nonviolence, But I Ain't Perfected It Yet... |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|10:52 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | ready to fight | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | *my desk* | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | *ready to rumble Detroit style | ] |
| [ | music |
| | *Bizzy Bone freestyling on Rap City | ] |
Real n*ggas respect me, fake n*ggas want beef.. Cuz they know that's the only way we ever gonna speak. We never gonna see eye-to-eye.... Your type of real, I don't recognize... It's all televised. Mobsters opt to not get in beef... Its no business in it, it only brings police. Wankstas want beef and they name in the street. Most times, end up with they brain where they feet... Should go...You should know... If you gonna do somethin, and you go to radio... We all know, you frontin! They shootin...nobody dyin. Somebody better put somebody body On somebody island Sometime soon, or somebody lyin I aint buyin that shit yall shovelin. I aint duckin for nothing, cuzn. Im too tall to act small, you liars. -Jay-Z
One time to all the young, immature punks who ever wanted beef with me, sometimes I fell into it, sometimes I didnt.but this is how I feel now, sopeople gotta grow up with they shit... |
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