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letra de outro (aint no heaven in the pen) - c-murder

[calliope doefus]
new orleans, stand the f-ck up. it’s your favourite big dog’s favourite big dog. that calliope born and raised, off that 37 hundred block of failure between [?] and [?] across from the infamous road of [?] aka “don’t get caught round here.”. shouts out to that n-gga skully man, paving the way, showing us uptown n-ggas how to eat big. and boo-yay for just being that real n-gga he was, showing real n-ggas how to survive amongst real n-ggas. but what n-ggas gotta’ understand about this calliope sh-t, is run deeper than just yelling it for lyrics. a lot of soldiers lost out being on the front line fighting for this sh-t. ain’t nothing wrong with a n-gga repping his hood, but a n-gga gotta’ know his hood, but this calliope sh-t go back like fifty years. this sh-t stretch from hood to hood. on that note, shouts out to n-ggas in other hoods, across the city and across the world. [?] what up homie? your day is nearer than you think n-gga. you know i f-ck with you the long way. you the only n-gga that came back to show the hood how to grind better. ain’t no n-ggas doing that. i know when you boss n-gga you gon’ expose the world to this new orleans sh-t. especially these young n-ggas, so you can stop them from reaching their [?]. home of the motherf-cking head busters, where the street hides from the cops, the point of no return, where it’s being a man or catching a man. eighteen acres of pure h-ll. the new f-cking gym quotes, where if you ain’t got it, or got n0body, then n-gga you done. a shank and a bone gon’ be your motherf-cking rolling home package. if that’s our reality n-gga, there ain’t no f-cking heaven in the pen

- c murder

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