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curse ov the street tax ( blood mix)
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listen it and find it out youz self ....
Expresions, coments and my future profesions, my homz, my klan, my worthless depressions, my name, my pride, my girl, my tensions, me poor, ma work cursin wrecked up D mensions, ... the stories and facts that made me this way, this band is reality is all i can say, my life my days all lyrical and shaped, as the peeps burn along the statments they make! its H [recognize it modafuckaz]
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Genre
Hip-Hop Freestyle
Charts
Peak #12,329
Peak in subgenre #762
Author
Hz
Uploaded
July 21, 2006
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:07
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Verse beaten H: blood full ov revenge from the last battle that went, between unfair cowardly acts through one ON ten, fuck the steel bones they tried real hard to bend, got a grip on there pistols air fire got these bitches offend, these peeps wonted to kill me! 100 percent, sluts jelouse top envey try payin every cent, my freind ull need more then bullets to end, my life line or to take ova ma throne as you pretend, the blood on your fuckin rods! aint goin down that easy, every single ov its drop iz gonna produce more Series, to meet me n my dawgs when im back talkin greazy, more then iron rods to kill nigga full belts with 9m'z n dis Cd's, today you modafuka'z had a good day didnt you! dont give me that "hehe" tomorow dadies gonna find you n let you bleed n show how greedy, i am squeze some serious boobs n re arrange teeths those goin so filthy, nighty night till then Holla Ma Street, reload the camra im out for MP3'z, coruse/ x1 My tire burns out with invincible zig zags, curse out Hz vits n print try hard to spit fast, realize the fuckin heat out the my bin tracks, cause dam its anoda day givin street tax, Verse Fury H: wat the fuck did you think that amma let you live, bitch i lov the smell ov blood n show peeps ma skills, go smooth smashin like ma lyrical bullet pills, fuck you chickens goin down up ma lahori grill, hide modafuka ama find you scared worms, one ov your guys kept sayin hes gonna return, now burn modafuka gonna take back every drop, no forgivness beat em up even if they pleed dont stop, my bone watin to be pressed on soft meat balls, heat out the fuckin 5 dawgz wippin pussies of, slow the monster a bit i think i saw there faces, fuck there they are ill go alone wait till i tear down brases, yo tom n jerry holla wanna stabe me do more chases? the moment they took advantage n so dawgs got out with gadges, fucked the mall road off tearin them like tigers out the cages, rages ov fare came in people standin in diffrent paces, while i screw the structure ov there faces no exceptions in any cases, "GIVE THAT MODAFUKA SLIM DICK TIME TO BREATH NA LET HIM FACE IT" coruse/ x1 My tire burns out with invincible zig zags, curse out Hz vits n print try hard to spit fast, realize the fuckin heat out the my bin tracks, cause dam its anoda day givin street tax, dam nigga H changed the fuck out the holagramz again haha yehh ride with me moda fukaz!
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