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FR: SNLAC
TO: SPURS NO LIMIT ARMY
SUBJ: NO MERCY
DO NOT HESITATE. RENDEVOUS AT NO LIMIT ARMY HQ AFTERWARDS FOR TAILS AND SEX.
Last edited by NO LIMIT ARMY COMMANDER; 05-28-2005 at 05:42 PM.
I was just wondering where you were...
Sorry, I ruined the thread sentiment:
Go to Suns!
Unfortunately, I'm not very good at this
Steve Who?
Nash And Dirk Rekindled Last Night
"EH? EHHHH..."
Look at my sig, THATS WHAT THE SPURS ARE GOING TO DO TO THE SUNS!!
OH GOD. T PARK IS STARING AT MY BUM.
Is it just me or does Steve have really weirdly spaced eyes, almost as though he's looking two ways at once? (opposite of crosseyed)
COACH OF THE YEAR.
Kori, he's hot in that picture!
Reporting for duty. Lock and load!
BOTTLE OF THE YEAR.
It was a test, wasn't it? I get it. I failed!
Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Downby Brand Nubian
Punks jump up to get beat down!
("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
Punks jump up to get beat down!
("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin'
about the Nubian reign had fallen.
I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat,
Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote.
So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger
so I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am.
I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham,
oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black.
And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that.
Though I can freak, fly, floow, up a got.
Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays.
You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad,
when I was young I used to run with a notepad.
Then dimes knew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone...
black prodigy since the age of twen-ty.
I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one,
right on the spot, sign my name with a dot.
Diamond D threw me some smooth , Bronx crowd roar.
Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor.
Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack,
don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin'.
Bust some in his chest, now his whole body's swollen.
Why did I have to do it? He asked for it.
His man saw it, so it don't mean to me.
He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be....check it out now.
I ain't goin' out, man that short is dead,
have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread.
He got a can and that's bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad.
Punks jump up to get beat down!
("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
Punks jump up to get beat down!
("Get nothin' but a beat down!")
SOLDIER, IT'S TIME FOR A PROMOTION.
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