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Shoes Designed to grind on railin' ,poles, ats(All That Shit) Originally seen in a game called Sonic Adventure 2.With these shoes you not only look stylin' but you can stunt like Tony Hawks.
Wanksta 1:Man I passed by the mall and there was this crazy mutha fucka, grinding on the railin' wit his shoes! Wanksta 2:You For Real?
To burn someone. It f*cks with your soul. The sh*t that makes your soul burn slow. First heard by most people when Nas (the true king of New York) buried Gay-Z's career...look at Gay-Z now...pathetic.
Ether...the sh*t that makes your soul burn slow. Hahah...Nas just etherized Gay-Z. (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already
"Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is known as candy, cigarettes is bones" -Big L
gunshots WARDAWG talking ("Fuck ARVIN") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck ARVIN") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck ARVIN") Chorus (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? CHARLES, WARDAWG,CLO, Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could WARDAWG be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '85 I am the truest, name a person that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Ryerson fame, kept my name in his mouth Check it Chorus talking Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring Chorus I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this ALFRADO and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a pig, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid First, JOHN MCDONALD's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than him Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live talking (I...will...not...lose) "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? let's do it niggas Chorus Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my COUSIN You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you FUGLY? Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me or make statements to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you 21 in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat Compared to JASON you wack You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention vancity niggas run you niggas, Ha,ARV get gunned up and clapped quick So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of my name's is gon' come out your fat lips? You pop shit, apologize