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NON-STOP WRITTEN FREESTYLES ******************************************* Welcome to hell where u r welcome to sell but when the narks come u betta have bail money, n extra funds looks like we gonna need extra 1's and lots a cash to find out which one a my dogs is rats i see the weak ones what's hard to see is dem deep ones that got beef from long ago probably ova a ho probly ova the simple fact that my game is on track like a fuckin train 200 miles per hour 100 miles to the gallon nigga i'm too grown got to many homes kill to many streets nah nicca I'm too many deep i neva rest or sleep stay on my p' n q's paid my dues Feel the impact like u witnessed a murder u stand in shock it's surreal, not forreal u just realized it's ova, finito Forte's Mr. Reliable stay comin' wit the lethal it's not a decision it's a knock out it's not a mirage it's a forcast tec in ya mouth the trigga i sware I'll pull it i don't see a need to hesitate i am a street hustla baby i rob, cheat, kill and rape u choose your destruction go ahead, pick ya fait Forte's like a little kid I can hardly wait How do u want it? the King or the God Forte's a higher power i can see in your heart How about I Pull your soul from your body empty my full clips into the empty shell and what's left i can't tell Please your figures ain't ready u can't afford to make mistakes u ain't gittin money u git cup cakes You ain't real everybody know yo a fake your own momma probly told u you can't hold your own weight i give u streets to poetry the real, the scripture holla at me, "Brooklyn Nigga." OKay, i'm sick n tired of u talkin bout glocks keep ya glock I got somethin to ruffle ya top unless u got the HS2000 covered in chrome wit the red beam option put a hole through u dome perfect precision but if I opt for the 44mag i'll split u open put holes through ya whole clan the bullets can't stop or my favorite a close range shoti take ya head clean off and leave u nothin but body think u know karate well i got jujitsu lyrics tantric freestyles my written scripts is wisdom files flowin like the nile give it up u old school snitch rat bastard, it's beef marraige u still tryin ta spit outta ya baby carraige blaze through the block and kill it cova my bail first snakes in the grass they gonna git it first i stay in the diesel catogory ma playa forreal eat up the game like a well cooked meal to many times i tried to warn u but u stayed around hoping what u were goin through would stop n cease like i would see the light and in my past game hold up i'm tryin ta see us build a team but a need ta know but holla if u really wanna see me fo sure the game is easy u just gotta see it we taken this easy chedda to make things even started out in the castle being hastled by the po profilin, we still wildin soon as they leave our block it's like stocks being traded cousin it's forreal out here we on our P's and q's and on the side sell beer bubble down in the hatchback quick ta react quick ta pack stacks and gats like rats in the sewer see through all the games and the lies quickly learn ta hide the coke and the lies and the hero predict raids like a forcast quick ta blast adjust ta minimum time to react clockin our times like we run track cousin it's forreal out here bring ya hustle nigga is the truth out here we bout ta kill the game out here it's just a street game blast you sideways call out ya dogs and ya peoples rip through ya borough
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