Rap Game lockedA Poem by Mario VitaleA rich experience with words that rapain't know love in this Mother F****r when you put me to the test you'll get a fist not going to stop until you drop there will be no tears in the end took my pistol off then cocked it making my way about my business they'll be no witnesses to this homicide I know this Mother F*****g game is locked wait I got to pray but he put his hands in my face stay true to yourself F**k the dumb s**t you think I'm under a lot of pressure some say life has no meaning no meaning we were all born to die so stay your screaming mean while on the South Side of town rolling through the mother f*****g hood what do you see now we got to deal with the survival things never cracked under pressure cause i was raised for combat never mother f*****g love for fools cause you sing the blues recognize a real G from the streets rap us up a fatty cause we got to keep this game swing leave you stomach open to keep your case chosen
one, two, three one, two, three.. sitting at the stop light looking at Ho's roll out to the b***h to say what's up gave her some game now I got that b***h called me hommie told my hommies its on got a few honey's say they want to moan now there bringing weed sit back & follow my lead hung up the horn & the horn was alive take one of those b*****s to the slaughter hole told my hommie play it down cause your acting like a fool I grabbed her a*s in the back & she hit me alive believe me when your down at your pad hoping that you won't loose your cool we can roll to see the sights take down tonight an open and shut situation cop got capped they want to change the situation vibration, temptation aggravation boys got a magazine yet don't know how to act hommies make me sick sucking on the devil's dick can't stop blowing up the charts tight
stay alone starring at my room looking at candles at night I can't sleep but I got my candle stick burning cause the hommies that I thought I had use their money for their new cribs day by day is impossible to cope think that i'm the one doing dope one time for you mother F*****g mind roll my top in my hard hat I'm not your average mother F****r chained through the slave got these rhymes locked right
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Added on December 19, 2017 Last Updated on December 19, 2017 AuthorMario VitaleWolcott, CTAboutPublished 1,000 poems featured on Poetrysoup, Starlitecafe, Allpoetry & Neopoet.com more.. |

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