One Life
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The clock struck midnight , nobody in sight , yet tiny wanna kno who at her door at 12:00 at night , tiny woke Jimmie up "bro somebody at the door" Jimmie knew who it was just didn't kno what he was there for, Jimmie looked through the hole , the nigga disappeared , tiny had fear in her eyes Jimmie told her "stay right here" Jimmie grabbed his gun and went on too hunt , he came across the nigga , the nigga smiled "this should be fun" Jimmie ain't scared of shit he pulled out his gun , "nigga you better run, cause if we talkin body's I've caught a ton" the nigga smiled "why would I leave ?, you said fuck me and did as you pleased , you and yo sister gone die tonight and that's on me"
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