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Originally Posted by Diablo
wild past, type that drive past & let da nine blast
or black ur eye & put a strap to ur head like an eye patch
die faggots cuz not one of you bitches come close
team full of lucky strikes, get your whole pack lit up and smoked
think this a joke? then whoever startin
gon' feel the kick from the gun more times than Cherry Darling
this heavy barring when Diablo up in here
talk to the hand, I'll let my fists do the talkin for me like a puppeteer
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if you wana run with the ballas you gotta lace up ya sneaks tighter
I ain't one of u geek writers.. All I do is punch like balrog in street fighter
For me it ain't hard to rap. 40 with a hair trigger it ain't hard to clap
All my rounds keep going with heat like the dryer at the laundromat
An if it's beef over cheese. I'll hamburger a nugga flesh u gonna fry
Bust the five then I'm tucking the gun in like it's bed time no lullabye.