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Yo, Yo

You spit these rhymes off the top of yo head

But I don't give a fuck cause soon you'll wind up dead

Lyin' in the gutter with a knife in your chest

You better spend yo doe on a bullet proof vest

Me, I'm a chick I run the streets

But I aint like Heather, I'm not beat

And yo, I aint black

But you got my back

You tought me everything I know

But yo, I'm out, I'll let you go

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was inspired by Stephen Painter, or Little P. I didn't write it for him, just while I was thinking of him. I met him, finally, and he rapped for me, and tomorrow I'm' getting one of his CD's. When they come out in stores, but them bitches!

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 5:18am
©22 August 2004 - 7:10am — chachi
23 August 2004 - 7:01pm — Lisa Sprowls (not verified)
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::gasps:: I die! That is the funniest thing I have ever read. I have kidnapped it, so nobody else can claim it.