She walks down her street Without any lights to lead the way home In the distance she hears men talking But she can't see them They're hiding in a bush waiting for the girl to walk by So that they can't fuck her up They of course don't know that she's strapped She's carrying a hand gun and a pocket razor She sees them in the bushes So she pulls out her gun and says Get the fuck out of there They're scared Of course they don't want to die One of them starts walking towards her and she says Back the fuck up before I shoot your dick off So he backs up They both start whispering into each other's ear They run in opposite directions and one jumps her They start ripping off her clothes They shouldn't have fucked with the girl belonging to the Bloods/Norte's She pulls out her razor and slits both of their throats She looked at it like a test Her homeboys were right behind her And would have backed her up if she needed it But she didn't They had faith in her that she could take care of herself Without any hesitation Nobody fuck with the Bloods/Norte's unless you want to die
Reason for writing:
I claim Bloods/Norte's till the last drop of blood
Birth sign: Taurus
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