Fighting was really fukking scary. Once Crack hit, roles were set. My role was wack. I had a black barber zeek me on purpose after he was a known fiend and refuse my paper/dime after said zeek. I wanted to kill his ass.
ima do sumn bad to u...cause u a muthafukkin hoe
see u at the club in the middle of the flo
ima tussle
ima tussle
ima tussle
ima tussle
ima tussle witcha
hope u got yo nikkas witcha so much fukkery went down to this in Dallas.....works wonders for ur pullup game
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