A real rapper.
Rap lyrics when I was growing up: (2pac)
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
Rap lyrics now: 50 cent
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade
Low pro's so low look like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year man, a awesome dude's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best