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Squizzy

Joseph Theodore Leslie "Squizzy" Taylor (29 June 1888 – 27 October 1927) was an Australian gangster from Melbourne. He appeared repeatedly and sometimes prominently in Melbourne news media because of suspicions, formal accusations and some convictions related to a 1919 gang war, to his absconding from bail and hiding from the police in 1921–22, and to his involvement in a robbery where a bank manager was murdered in 1923. Taylor enjoyed a fearsome reputation in 1920s Melbourne. A "spiv", described as the Australian equivalent of the 'American bootleggers', his crimes ranged from pickpocketing, assault and shopbreaking to armed robbery and murder. He also derived income from sly-grog selling, two-up schools, illegal bookmaking, extortion, prostitution and, in … more »

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Met the plug at the Loft
He got the hard and the soft
Now he fucking with the heart of the south
F*ck what you talking about
Don't even speak what you talking about
It's hard to hear you with a glock in your mouth
Don't let them choppers come out
Free all my brothers ain't no rodents allowed
Pest control make 'em go underground
And we taking out his eyes if he scoping around
The bullets raining from the smoke in the clouds
Hopped right off the porch and ain't nobody even warn me
I just had to take it on the chin and keep it going
Nights was getting cold I had to thug it by my lonely
I had to lose a couple homies cause niggas turned informant
Niggas hating low key but I can see the fake
You don't even know it's like you got it tatted on your face
You left me starving good so don't be reaching for my plate
Cause you can't control your fate or these bullets to your face
Saw your face I had to chase you down and I don't even chase
It's like you never leave my brain you think Im giving up my place?
Bitch you gone make me catch a case if a nigga think I'm replaced
I'm trying to drown my pain away
I'm sick and tired of rainy days
Met the plug at the Loft
He got the hard and the soft
Now he fucking with the heart of the south
F*ck what you talking about
Don't even speak what you talking about
It's hard to hear you with a glock in your mouth
Don't let them choppers come out
Free all my brothers ain't no rodents allowed
Pest control make 'em go underground
And we taking out his eyes if he scoping around
The bullets raining from the smoke in the clouds
If you ain't street then take the side walk
Drizzy blow your eyes off
Bitch you throw my mind off
I thought that was behind us
Reminiscing 'bout them days I know you hate your time up
All them Pandora diamonds done shined ya and blind ya
Dark clouds over me, I just want you on me
You speaking all my languages, make me think you for me
Bitch niggas hating me, trying get up on me
But I ain't looking for them niggas, they ain't that important
Bitches always want record me
My face must make 'em horny
Chrome tre' pound
Got it from my brother 40
My favorite gun a 40
Oppositions won't see 40
I know you praying for me
I'm coming in there surely
Met the plug at the Loft
He got the hard and the soft
Now he fucking with the heart of the south
F*ck what you talking about
Don't even speak what you talking about
It's hard to hear you with a glock in your mouth
Don't let them choppers come out
Free all my brothers ain't no rodents allowed
Pest control make 'em go underground
And we taking out his eyes if he scoping around
The bullets raining from the smoke in the clouds
Dark clouds over me, I just want you on me
You speaking all my languages, make me think you for me
Bitch niggas hating me, trying get up on me
But I ain't looking for them niggas, they ain't that important

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