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TrippMC
11-02-2003, 11:50 AM
WEC is lookn fer new recruitz so if u wanna try out den drop a hott battle verse in here...

Guerilla Warfare
11-06-2003, 04:01 PM
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alpha to omega, night to tha day//
live n die by tha gun,cradle to the grave//(repeat)

born wit a gun in my left hand//
9th grade same gun became my best friend//
found that bully fred n put tha gun to his head//
he said "dare you to pull it", hes lyin on his death bed//
i dont need ta shake a speare to teach u bout Macbeth//
all i needz a 9, n i wont get messed wit//
keep my gun in my holsta,holsta is his home//
try ta touch my gun n ill roast ya to tha bone//
identity crisis, like a shadowless gopher on tha roam//
now im livin large got a chauffer in my home//
n how did i get thru wat i got? i carried two nines thru tha abyss//
they not lawyerz or attorneyz but they both mean business//
death comes to everyone im jus here ta speed tha process//
n im never seen like a legend tha lochness//
my enemies be cryn fa relieve like they had jock itch//
i put a few jews n a an entire crews, body in chalk bitch//

alpha to omega, night to tha day//
live n die by tha gun,cradle to the grave//(repeat)

pick anyone you know anybody you see//
ill heat up n kill em to a degree//
i was a teen when a cat wanted beef so i crackled his spine//
i got cats layn down quiet like i tackled a mime//
a G walks up i leave him F'd up when he leave tha fight crippled//
and as fer hardness he wasnt hard as a nipple//
i tear off eye lids just for fun and chain fagz in a chamber//
walk off 6 hundered feet, n nail em in tha forehead wit out an aimer//
ill do tha same fa my friendz tryna get inta stadiums to the game guards//
too many obese bitches half them hoes bodies in grave yards//
but jus my luck a week ago, a fat whore saved my life//
i robbed dis nigga he threw a knife, but it hit his wife//
i turned back busted 3 shellz and he hit ground//
he had a hound so i turned it in to tha pound//
hit tha streets, put four ta rest in a crave//
guerilla warfare, nigga cradle to the grave//


alpha to omega, night to tha day//
live n die by tha gun,cradle to the grave//(repeat)