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yeah dude... youre really, really bad... Quoted post [/b] who do u think u r? fucking toys. pm me what u write if u have ne balls and well see who sux. :clown2:s

yes, oh fuck yes.

yadayadayada... NEW BACN FLIX PLZ! I KNOW YOU GOTS EM.

I thought we already played this game. :haha: :chicken: Quoted post [/b] Muthafukaz be all up in a nigga biz Tryin question my shit just like a pop quiz Nigga what this is?

POST SOME MORE BACN

again with the hecka... any other comments from the peanut gallery? :gaga:

weeeeeeeeeeeak... dagon licks dog balls. also, what the fuck is a dagon? a dickless dragon?

more, bitch.

god your hecka weak dude. i just saw the tunnels in the stro. stro business. that shits weak Quoted post you know if this was real life by now i would have jacked your coloring book, and pissed all over your new sketchers :gaga: Quoted post the point is that you were wrong and i was right. Quoted post [/b] you forgot to say "hecka" :gaga:

god your hecka weak dude. i just saw the tunnels in the stro. stro business. that shits weak Quoted post [/b] you know if this was real life by now i would have jacked your coloring book, and pissed all over your new sketchers :gaga:

neck face rocks

more bacon plz

[Organ and gunshots] [Lil' Wayne] It's Lil' Wayne. Lil' Wayne. Off tha wall brain spilla, grave filla. Who me? Untamed gorilla. I be thugged out. Dead bodies drugged out. Throw the slugs out. Love don't live here anymore. I a- tillery, dog. Came wit' a many foes. Spend ya buisness, twenties blow. Get to tha house, kick in tha do'. You done pissed off my crew. Now no longer on top in the chopper. What 'ch'all gon' do? Look, nigga, you better put a zip on yo' trap or trick and trapped. When I creep through tha black in tha black on black, niggas be stumblin' and crumblin' when we come. They (Imitating Duct Tape) girl up, tear they world up when we come. Now Slim and B wit' me. Juve and B.G. wit' me. Turk and Man- ny wit' me. The C.M.B. wit' me and lettin' loose them big ol' cannons, that's what cannons comes for. Nigga, be 'bout 'cha issue or get lost in gun smoke. Now I'm hangin' out the window screamin', 'They all go'.' Me and my niggas in the '98 black Volvo in the diamond bezeled 90. Obvious, it's me. Ride wit' us come see. Die wit' us H.B. What. ("What. What...") [Organ and gunshots] [b.G. a.k.a. Baby Gangsta Juvenile] Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! [Organ and gunshots] [Juvenile] I can't believe this! These boys is playin' wit' me. I'm 'bout ta freeze this, I keep A-K wit' me. The nigga done played it raw thinkin' I'ma wit' the doe. Gave the boy my lil' change and I ain't seen his face no mo'! What do you call that there? Playin' a nigga, ha dog? The nigga think it's gravy but I'm 'bout ta break his block off! When you see them boys comin', jumpin' out the truck, don't be askin' who that is, boy! You betta give a fuck! Mothafucka could be located, nigga could be touched. I'll stab ya ass up and its up by the cut. I keep my Rees strapped on tight, my mac ring all night. People call the police 'cause they say they can't sleep right! Them lil' mothafuckas be makin' the noise! Them lil' mothafuckas be slangin' it, boy! Them lil' mothafuckas be in them hallways! Them lil' mothafuckas be bustin' all day! My first words was 'God bless me and my crew.' My last words was 'Bitch! Let a nigga through!' I observe the shit that mothafuckas do. You got nerve, what if this shit happened to you? Like it's 'Bye, Bird' and it ain't nothin' but that boom. Now you got the urge to go and kill a nigga, too! But remember this! You started this, so finish this. When you grab yo' shit, you betta make sure that he hit. [Organ and gunshots] [b.G. a.k.a. Baby Gangsta Juvenile] Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! [Organ and gunshots] [b.G. a.k.a. Baby Gangsta] Everybody grab yo' tech and slide it back. Up- town is goin' down tonight, 'cha 'bout 'dat? If not, go yo' bitch-ass inside, lock the door. To be safe, bullets come through. If so, get on the floor. Me and my niggas got our black on, ready to ride. We head huntin' so somebody's gonna die. Homicide on tha scene, three niggas pronounced smoked. The Hot Boys did that. That clique, they ain't no joke. We don't carry choppers for decoration, nigga. We carryin' ta send niggas on vactions nigga. Takin' me ta play wit', that ain't a good solution. I'm dust out 'cause I done half a gram. Mike be tootin'. Shootin' at nigga's head, tryin' ta knock it off. It's a dirty game so I gotta play it raw. In this war field, nigga, you gotta be a killa 'cause on tha real-a, nothin' out here but some guerillas. My mind made up ta ride, I'ma ride. When I'm after a nigga ta bust his ass, he gon' die. Don't cry. No, poppa, plead not. It's too late. Actin' like a bitch is how you gon' get duct taped. Tie 'em up, Juve. Don't kill 'em now, we gon' wait. Throw acid on his feet, skeet gas all in his face. Show 'em how it feel to disrespect H.B. Show 'em how we torture in tha U.T.P. We got no love if ya outside tha clique, nigga. You get fucked over like a bitch, nigga. We gon' play it real, nigga, do it like tha mob. Cut his tongue out and stamp it, mail it to his mom. [Organ and gunshots] [b.G. a.k.a. Baby Gangsta Juvenile] Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys behind the trigga! You don't want a soldier, you know we some guerillas! Niggas in trouble 'cause the Hot Boys is comin' through! Betta move or prepare to do what 'cha gotta do! Niggas in trouble! Niggas in trouble. Niggas in trouble. Niggas in trouble! Niggas in trouble. Niggas in trouble. [Organ and gunshots]

corn chowder.