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Here's The First Song I've Ever Written

It's

Chorus- 10 Bars
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Verse 1- 28 Bars
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Chorus- 10 Bars
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Verse 2- 27 Bars
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Chorus- 10 Bars
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Verse 3- 26 Bars
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111 Bars

(CHORUS 2x)

what should i do//
who should i see//
where should i go//
i dont know//
but i gotta blow//
and become a gangsta delight//

(Verse 1)

i know you dont me//
and dont wanna be my homie//
but i'll only warn ya once//
dont disrespect me cuz//
i'll knock off yo mamma, daddy, sister, brother, and ya cuz//
i got more connections than tha world wide web//
yeah thats jus the flow and ebb//
kang goes bang ya know what i mean//
f**k that like a marine on jeanine//
im almost fifteen//
danger danger//
he's gettin his permit//
one more year and i'll be legit//
joey d screamin you can do it//
bitch you could neva take a hit//
ill eat a bullet//
four hours later i flush it//
got alot of warrants out for me//
i aint the illest emcee//
im jus lil JC//
the one and and only austin henry//
but jus cause i'm from da hood//
does that mean i gotta be so misunderstood//
they act like its impossible for me to do any good//
maybe they're right//
but i dont do shit out of spite//
you only see me as corrupt cuz you so uptight//
but to my boys i'm out of sight//

(Chorus 2x)
what should i do//
who should i see//
where should i go//
i dont know//
but i gotta blow//
and become a gangsta delight//

(Verse 2)

you cant rap about dope slangin//
til you've moved some product//
you cant rap about gang bangin//
til you've seen ya friend die in the street//
my voice is sweet//
and i kill this beat//
should i make kangsta a rhymin cheat sheet//
when i travel they put me in tha presidential suite//
yeah im rollin with the elite//
not halo//
im talkin bout yayo//
GGGG-UNIT
50, buck, banks//
but to the game thanks//
you brought back the west coast//
300 bars and what//
f**k runnin you could just coast//
im harder than most//
you can call me burnt toast//
i dont know why//
it wouldnt make you fly//
i can get ya high//
and stick my blade in ya eye//
everybody gotta die//
but it aint my time//
i aint anywhere near my prime//
at least let me finish this rhyme//

(Chorus 2x)
what should i do//
who should i see//
where should i go//
i dont know//
but i gotta blow//
and become a gangsta delight//

(Verse 3)

comin up always confused my uncle kissin a dude//
but if i mention it i just cause a feud//
there's only a few//
that could take my place//
but if they try i'll bust nine up in they face//
you dont wanna retaliate//
i got my top flight soldiers and my .38//
you cant break my stride i will be great//
we got kangsta here rappin like he only eight//
you cant even get a date//
you barely straight//
you cant rap you can only hate//
i cant be stopped//
i wont be stopped//
til i reach tha top//
dis aint no kids bop//
dis is hip-hop//
so jason just stop//
before you face flop//
i could go to the bahamas and island hop//
but you stuck here waitin at tha bus stop//
im rollin on chrome 22's in tha drop-top//
but all yo shit stuck in a chop shop//
i could go on until my heart stop//
but this rhyme is ova//
like da career of hova//