Numba one hustla

There was once a man named spita he spent all his life on the street listnin to the beat packing the heat / spent his life rapping trying to get in this game it was a shame that way he went for his name will never be remembered / died at the age of 29 to a tech 49 for his rhyme offended a mothafucka he had a wife and kids/ his life was fuc*** but it was gonna get betta for a producer headin down to his house but they meet the 5-0 tellin his family da news / much grief hit the neighborhood they raised a reef in his honor the producer forgot about spita but went on in his life / this story has repeated it self over and over
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there was once a man named spita he spent all his life on the street listnin to the beat packing the heat / died at the age of 29 to a tech 49 for his rhyme offended a mothafucka wanna be rhymer
He had hope many looked up him for he was a role model his flows spoke of going on and not stopping / cops wanted his ass for a murder he didn’t commit just cause they thought he was thug when he was hustla / bust lot of lips he did but never shot a fellow human / so now spita is 6 feet underground his word forgotten for eternity speakin his word to his lord / no one understood why he passed on to the tech 49 and when the man got away it was worse
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there was once a man named spita he spent all his life on the street listnin to the beat packing the heat / died at the age of 29 to a tech 49 for his rhyme offended a mothafucka wanna be rhymer
His life is gone his word gone it won’t be eternal like tupac’s his wife will spend her life alone won’t even be able to afford the ice cream cone her children want / now all they gotta do is hope like he did / push on and not give in / his family did good they kept food on the table but the label of the death of a husband and farther remained for life
To all my fellow rappers
keep trying keep pushing if you done in the pits keep pushing for you can only go so low and keep your flows coming. yall peace out and enjoy your life.