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i am here to say : AJM ALAJV 
Dobro evo napisat ću nekaj samo da nebude prazan blog :p
Svi tak željno očekauju da napišem nekaj,a nitko niš ne komentira,ju bestrds :ppppppppppp
Naravno tu se ne ubrajaju sic transit,ketrinchek i kuchki koja se javi tu i tam.
I neznam zakaj da se uopće trudim nekaj pisat,jer napišem neke socijalne teme pa nitko ne čita kaj sam napisao,hmmmmmmmm?!?!?!
Uglavnom nemorate se bojat,napisat ću nekaj "pametno" tak da vidite da sam nekaj napisao pa ne bio ja Fake! kisses n hugs
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D-12
Get My Gun
I'm gonna get my gun!
This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
I got something for his ass.
Calm Down
No YOU Calm Down!
Man. . what's you're problem?
Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
You heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit?
That shit! You heard him!
He asked for your autograph!
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting through bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the niggas that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a narc's car
All I have is thoughts of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. . .
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice gun, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that nigga's bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs I'ma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips dove threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim.
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lead when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Aint no problem ? by a homie
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I done told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is fin'
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you see me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then we should address it like some grown man shouldn't we?
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously.
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
But get seperated with the squeaza
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice gun, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked.
