FistOfThe North
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From Kool G. Rap's Roots of Evil album
"Thugs Love Story pt. II"
The next day about a quarter to eight,
I heard a squeak on the staircase,
Got the gat from under the pillow case,
Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken,
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and, shorty was frozen,
I’m waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking,
The home invasion, right through the door they started blazin'.
Bullets was grazin', s*** was crazy kid, i had to think to fast,
let the gun blast, duck then dash,
Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass,
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon, G
my honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony,
s*** was thick, couldn’t get to the six, I loaded the fifth,
and saw the snowmobile yo f*** it, we start jumped it,
got on top of the s*** and peeled,
Mad soldiers out in the field, bustin' they steel,
the raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real,
Then I got hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill,
in zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these G's,
we slippin' through pine trees, then skidded behind these,
two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped,
The other six started to pop, felt somethin' hot,
I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped,
Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick,
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips,
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blue and black and,
i spotted this rover by a log cabin, we got our ass in,
Mash the gas, made the ****ing wheels spin,
The safety again, and still doing a hundred and ten,
Shorty shivering, lips quivering, ski suits up in the back seat,
pulled over the jeep, to give her them,
And took a rest stop at the river bend,
we livin in, we made it the f*** out, mad slug deliverin',
Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom,
Got shorty boo tending my bullet wound,
Put on some tunes, she blew my s*** like a balloon,
Up in the moonlit room i zoomed my d*** in her womb,
Hittin' full behind her, grinding her with my anaconda,
She rode the d*** like a Honda,
I took her to the point of no return like Bridgette Fonda,
She back spasmed, giving the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm,
My d*** glistened, her lips hit’em, I shot jizm,
Then laid back in the sack and lit the izum,
I thought about the realism,
Niggas comin' and bringin' steel wit 'em,
I got just the thing to deal wit 'em,
Nickel plate mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed,
Push a nigga whole head back, so I snatched that,
For quick spray out and play the layout,
Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out,
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