Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper plus I been rich
Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em
Women been fuckin them HUH?
You see I live for the love of the street
Rap to the ruggedest beats
Hall closet cluttered with heat
I spit that murder-murder-murder
that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit
Furthermore ma
We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn
Guess I'm just the same old Shawn
― Ally (mlescaut), Tuesday, 29 July 2003 16:32 (twenty-two years ago)
one year passes...
That "furthermore" bit is still my favorite line in that song.
― Allyzay Science Explosion (allyzay), Wednesday, 18 August 2004 02:48 (twenty-one years ago)