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Date Posted: 17:32:11 01/05/03 Sun
Author: J£:The®ealist
Author Host/IP: 77-pool3.ras10.tnnas.alerondial.net / 206.148.182.77
Subject: HOT OFF THE PRESS!! KEYSTYLE.....a lil something for the muhfuckas who can't get off that damn gangsta tip...i mean, if that's what ya'll wanna do, do it.....just get creative or somethin damn!

yo aight, what i'm sayin is ya'll get creative or somethin......get off that redundant,borin, elementary shit if ya gonna do it gangsta.....brief example here (not the best specimen of the level you should take it, just a lil "guideline")


i ain't got a dime to my name, but i'm hungry sonn
so i'll do anything it takes, up under this sun
to break bread, and get fed, no matter the cost
even if breakin laws is got me stressed by Fedz
i might step to death..but i won't flinch
and i'll be the first to take a mile if ya show me an inch
i got a growin itch, in this trigger finger of mine
to leave some po' sinner, bleedin and cryin
as the smoke linger from my nine, i ain't even lyin
if i'm breathin i'm high, smokin reefer is my, means to cope wit it
got this baking soda boilin cookin dope wit it
pushin weight, double time, plus got a nine to five
burdened by this cursed gun, in case i'm tried for my life
cuz it's snakes in the grass, tryin to replace ya ass
and if they ever catch ya slippin, they'll make that mistake ya last
sirens accompany the soundtrack of my lifespan
i can't believe it, a desert eagle, rests on my nightstand
tryin to make it through this tired land, wit my right-hand man
surrounded by strife damn...competin wit gangstas, thugs and playas
plus all those goverment hatas, that fuckin covet my paper
the street?, i luv it but i hate it, can't take all it's ups and down
one minute i'm touchin the clouds, and the next, i'm dumped on the ground
bustin some rounds, cuz these clowns tryin to play me B
so i'm blazin heat, i'm all-purpose for this game's terrain like an ATV
imagine me, in a drop top chevy wit keys in the bumper
sweatin the shit, as police are runnin my numbers
prayin to God, "Please don't let none these fuckers,
start no beef or nuthin, i don't need that, i'm just tryin to eat, i'm hungry"
this is the plague of 'thuglife', fuck life, it ain't no fun and games for gangstas
watchin about-face for wankstas, tryin to get a break and shank ya
and the blue sweat ya crew everytime that ya move
i'm just tryin to fill my stomach, what i'm s'posed to do?

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