New Generation of HarvardPark Brims

[Twain]

0.1 Svako ko je zainteresovan da rpa sa nama moze otvoriti Pm ( @Twain @Deushane_Willson)
0.2 Potrudicemo se da prikazemo sto realisticnije kulturu i zivot Blood Gang'a koji je smesten u Los Santosu.  Takodje mozete nas naci i ingame u velikom broju u Jeffersonu.
0.3 Jedino što vam je potrebno jeste da umete da da rpate i da imate osnovno znanje u PS, sve ostalo što ne znate će vam neko od nas objasniti kada se prikljucite na discord.

Edited Wednesday at 09:23 PM by Twain

[Twain]

Edited yesterday at 08:56 PM by Twain

[Asimov]

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[Asimov]

[Asimov]

/diss those blue shit's!/

/Hook/

Wiggle ain’t wigglin’ no more (nah)
Big homie down, blood floodin’ the floor (Brimz cryin’)
Them Crabs hit the set with the war
Now I’m loadin’ up my soul for the score (let’s go)

They took a general, that’s foul on the line
Now every Crip I see gon’ pay that fine (Brimz up)
I ain’t sleepin’ till the streets hear that whine
Of mamas cryin’ ‘cause I crossed that line 

/Hook/

Edited Friday at 06:17 PM by Asimov

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[Nathan_Johnson.]

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[Twain]

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[Twain]

[Nathan_Johnson.]

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[Asimov]

[Asimov]

/

Red flag, red flame, this that Red City
Ask them East Coast boys, sh*t ain't been pretty
Caught a Grape lackin’, made his shirt look like spaghetti
All that blue talk gon’ have you sleepin’ where it's deadly

F**k a Rollin’ anything, we pop tires
Crip tears fallin’ when we lightin’ up fires
Slide through Carson, ain't no choir
Just choppers singin’, Brimz bringin’ that wire

Blue hats turn to red spots on the ground
Big guns talk loud, I don’t argue, I just sound
Every Crip set dead, that’s the wave I’m on now/

[Asimov]

/Easy Toones/

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Y’all know the name, but not the story
Toon, from Jefferson — New Gen Brimz
I ain’t choose this shit, it chose me
This that real talk — listen close

[Verse 1]
They call me Toon, but ain’t nothin’ animated
Grew up where shells fall, blood get laminated
Mama worked nights, Pops was gang related
Jefferson raised me, where love feel hatred

I was ten when I saw my first Glock
OG Wiggle told me, “Keep it tucked in your sock”
/

[Twain]

[Twain]

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