Wednesday, 24 August 2016

I might get some of this tatted...

I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup
After bucks, crush cruise after us
No gaze, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what change but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."


...and I SLAUGHTERED this beat in 2013.
Shouts to Spud Mack.
Send some prayers up for his father who committed suicide recently.
And shouts to DJH2 on the check-in.
DJs have their/our own language.

This shit is crazy.

Thank you P. Diddy.











~follow the buzzards~

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