Streets of the city

He was at the Bodega talkin crazy and wasn't nobody feelin him. They aired him out at the same time. So basically it was like 10 niggers killin him. He tried to hit him wit a bat so he pulled out his scrap. Hit him with 2 shots in his chest puttin him on his back.Two weeks after he got off life-support. He was right the fuck in Court. I told you to watch that nigga his whole style was funny. Why you think I called him Lamont Sanford. Cause he was a big fuckin dummy. They killed his little sister the day of her prom. Then told his little brother to tell him. If he don't bring that work back. Next up is their Mom. He bought the work and them hammers back the next day. They still killed him, his little brother and his Mom anyway. Everybody knew it was him. We heard about that snake shit he did. I watch her tell them niggars exactly where he lived. They waited till he left and fire bombed the crib. Killin his Mom and both his kids. It's fucked up they had to lose their life. For some dumb shit he done did.

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