Originally Posted by FitRider 921
Put It On L.
Aayyyooo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rappers hearts pumpin like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothersd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo guns go pow-pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin
Front and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks Im never hittin dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy dont make it thirty-six
Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on
Word.
Originally Posted by wethepeople
Gunz needs to start a blog about the troubles of having a broken leg a tramp GF and getting banned on his only good time killer and how life is out to get him.
I couldn't agree more.