i really don't write rhymes, but i wrote this in class today cuz i was bored and i thought i'd share (i know it sux but whatever)
growing up gangsta
not gotti
i don't order the hits
i shoot the shotty
y'all count the bodies
i'll fuck the hotties
and get toe' up
off that lime bacardi
fuck an i.d.
y'all know who i am
i kill for fun like the son of sam
this ain't no scam
robbin' morons & stans
then i'll get ghost like ja rule's fans
ha-ha...this ain't no joke
yeah i sold coke
yeah i smoke dope
but as y'all know
there ain't no hope
for a hopeless like me
from the N.Y.C.
so all y'all emcees
who come against me
you better do so mad gently
cause i got a short fuse
and you know i'll lose it
on any fool i choose, shit
growing up gangsta
not gotti
i don't order the hits
i shoot the shotty
y'all count the bodies
i'll fuck the hotties
and get toe' up
off that lime bacardi
fuck an i.d.
y'all know who i am
i kill for fun like the son of sam
this ain't no scam
robbin' morons & stans
then i'll get ghost like ja rule's fans
ha-ha...this ain't no joke
yeah i sold coke
yeah i smoke dope
but as y'all know
there ain't no hope
for a hopeless like me
from the N.Y.C.
so all y'all emcees
who come against me
you better do so mad gently
cause i got a short fuse
and you know i'll lose it
on any fool i choose, shit