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JDollaz212's Rap Sheet

JDollaz212
Level 3
Health:   1,080/1,080
Cash: $54,838
Prison: New Jersey
Incarcerated: 14 years, 10 months
Last Seen: 14 years, 5 months ago

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   1st THINGS 1st & LAST THINGS LAST
   
  Y YALL KEEP HATIN N MUGGIN IF U THT BROKE HOLLA @ ME I MITE THROW U SUMTHIN   
                                     Always strapped when I hit the yard
                             niggaz give me daps, sum act like broads   
                                             AND SINCE IM PAID               
                  NIGGAZ BE MUGGIN ME u KNOW IM MUGGIN BACK 
                 NIGGAZ BE MUGGIN ME u KNOW IM MUGGIN BACK....lol

 
    
 THIS MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY
I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm bout to start another life
Look behind you, I'm bout to pass you twice
Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present
I'm fast, niggaz can't get past my past
Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it
But nobody in prison did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don't want it no more
And that goes for everything from flippin that raw
Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don't get it twisted
Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice
Did the impossible then did it twice (get it right)
 

    
COLORS IS GREEN CUZ THTS ALL WE ABOUT
  
  
 
    
I Take 3 L's To The Head LOVE, LIVE, LIFE Then im Dead
 
 
You dont wanna see Jay in his Zone,
you fuck around Jay in the back of your home,
with a book bag war paint, vest's and ammo,
k over the shoulder, two baretta's Im rambo  ITS DOLLA!
 

 
 

Yeahh... Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga,
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeahh, look up
Holla a mountain out
Billa villa in here, pimp that's what I'm talkin bout
Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, lookin out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin the title with the precision of a Honda's riflle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppin it's the fly shit who gon stop him
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin defensive line men homie who gon block em
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got shit on me
    
 
 
MY RIGHT HAND (NO HOMO)  
 
FLY WITH US or LIE BENEATH US

  
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