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My mind dazed, mood clouded and hazed, I try to be good but i'm stuck in my wayz. I love da thug life, love the blood life, wakin up in da mornin and playin wid a knife, fuck a wife and fuck all them snakes. I aint rollin wid my crew cause they aint nuthin but fakes. I roll though, ready to lose. But if ya step to me i'll give ya more then a bruise. Dont tell me what to do cause I do w/e I choose. I love smokin bluntz and poundin the booze. Who am I? A thug that don;t cry, I guy that if ya cross you'll be ready to die. Wonderin why I brought u so much pain, tourtured your ass and took your dame then left u slane, blood bleedin out your brain and outta yo mouth. What the hell happened? I ran up in yo house you try and run like a pussy lil mouse. But fuck that I kick back and click clack, on the attack when I stress you, vex you, lyrically digest you, regress u. SO guess who, is ready to ride, Bradshaw muthafucka. Leave a knife in your eye. Why? -Bradshaw (To all da fake thugz n bitches!) |
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