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Comment by Cash Boy on December 6, 2009 at 10:31pm

"this ain't Tha Carter, n**** this is smarter, it's harder, die after ya martyr, respect me like ya father, Let off a clip and let a case off, i'll have ya p**** a** runnin like a race horse, follow orders now 'Ye shoot his face off, you can have one, blast one, it's mad fun, see how when you listen to me all of the cash come?" (Death To My Enemies) .

Comment by A.BeeZy on December 6, 2009 at 8:53pm

N**** send me the wrong message we gon f***** kill the messenger

yo whole click, hollow tips'll tear up the resta ya

This aint the carter, n**** this is HARDER

Comment by THEY DONT GIVE A F*** ABOUT US on December 6, 2009 at 8:49pm

The Lord don't have imperfections baby..
So I think I'm perfect the way he made me..
Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy..
Some say I ain't s***, some say I'm amazin'..

Comment by Mr.Easy Dun on December 6, 2009 at 2:07am

Bahamas baby!!

Comment by Mr.Easy Dun on December 6, 2009 at 2:07am

The lord doesnt have imperfections baby,so i think im perfect the way he the way he made me, some think am cool,some think am crazy,some think i aint sh-t, some think am amazing

Comment by yamagesty on December 5, 2009 at 1:36pm

"This relationship s*** is too much for me,
I wanna f***, be friends, and live comfortably"- Do You Think About Me?

Comment by ShaunJ.O.N on December 5, 2009 at 1:30pm

I got to agree with Hector on this - "I don't play no games, n***** +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that a** to rest !" (strong enough)

Comment by hector on December 5, 2009 at 1:16am

'm pretty like a Harlem n****, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn n****
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me
BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spare with me start some s*** send the shooters out
Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha
That beef will probably send your monkey a** to see Allah (strong enough)

I'm the f***** general, I RUN MY CLIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires
Now one's a f***** junkie, and one's a f***** q****
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted
I don't play no games, n***** +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that a** to rest (strong enough)

Come on Game you will never be my equal!
Your homies shoot, doors my n***** shoot people!
See me I'm what you never 'gon be
I'm in that tax bracket you never 'gon see (so disrespectful)

Comment by lilsouth on December 4, 2009 at 6:12pm

...im far from eccentric im so psychotic, i dont need you to shoot for me n**** i got it...

...i told u i ll make it you aint believe, i guess comin up it was hard, it was easy to leave...

...enemies stay enemies but friends they change, n***** go crazy ova money ma maynee...

Comment by FlyyAszFcK on December 4, 2009 at 3:44pm

"u think about money when u think about me huh ? that's why my ex my ex, u dnt wanna be her"

"had her eatin lobster, now she eatin pizza" lol

nd

"screamin 'i hate u!'.. she must have amnesia, b**** i made u"

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