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Gang life has made the rapshiddy, they bitch a spoiled spew,
They're everlasting bitchin' of a never changing view.
Such murderous warrin' tragic, like Crypts and Bloods have sold,
This rapshiddy is killin' me, so tossable what's told.
"P-Did" on his loft, chiller badness is this guy,
Their crime demands misfortune, kisses their ass good-bye.
They've sworn and worn a colored cloth that tells each what's their side,
And their code is in their colors as they're seen to wear with pride.
They move with lethal certainty as rival gangs must go,
Just engage in warfare, and why they'd fought, don't know.
Most won't reach this thing called old, gang banging with OG.
Their brain pans' lame and empty.
Loons twistin' this rapshiddy get gone 'cause drugs erode,
A gun splat causes liver shock; they turn dead in the road.
Just seems they hear the callin', that summons quickened hell,
Their mother's weep and suffer, 'cause they hadn't long to dwell.
Live on time they borrow, capped suddenly severe,
The trigger turns them ghostly, no wreath or flowing tears.
These crimes of cheapest starkness, they seem distress with whack,
This rapshiddy brings grappling, 'cause all these guys on crack.
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