Driving through Harlem
I don't know which I hate more:

or

Both make me want to punch the wearer of said shirt square in the chest.
I think the "Stop Snitching" shirts bother me the most because these are the same cats crying about "Who shot Bigge Smalls?" and "who shot Tupac?"
Maybe if there was a snitch, we'd know.
or
Both make me want to punch the wearer of said shirt square in the chest.
I think the "Stop Snitching" shirts bother me the most because these are the same cats crying about "Who shot Bigge Smalls?" and "who shot Tupac?"
Maybe if there was a snitch, we'd know.
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