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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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Uh, Uh
NDO
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Because I love her, let her leave
Ain't got the mind for wedding rings
She a Queen of the South but she deserve a better King
I had to push thru weather change
I'm trying to push my selfish ways
I got a lot of manning up before I see them Heaven gates
Niggas trying manipulate
The women trying investigate
Trying to figure out my traits
Just wanna see what's on my plate
I don't do no imitations
I do me don't get it mistaken
And I won't never show my hand it ain't no point of you keep waiting
Trigger finger been too patient
My lil boys done got me changing
Thinking I won't split your cranium
I'ma cease all of your thinking
And this life excruciating
You seen me go until my pain stop
And walk through all the rain drops
But we don't got the same heart
And that's the contrast between you and I
Is that I could hit my lowest and still hold my head high
I had to grovel through the mud so now I'm aiming for the sky
How you going live in fear and be afraid to die?
Uh
Looking at my youngins see the pain inside my eyes
I know they wonder how they never seen me cry
Cause I came real close I ain't going lie
Almost let 'em see that side
But crying ain't going help 'em to survive
Niggas got some shit to get up off they chest
I heard I'm getting 'em upset
If you ain't talking life or death
Then lay them feelings down to rest
I ain't beefing with you niggas y'all be hangin' out with pests
You contaminate the streets with all these rats
I can't send no man to jail
I'm trying send his ass to Hell
If he thinking he going rob me for the shit I gotta sell
Twenty-thousand for my bail
For a cutie and a couple CR scales
I was in forty-eight hours, ain't have time to send out mail
Couple months went by the judge had thought I failed
She told 'em take me to the jail
I told 'em give me my own cell
Cause I don't really do too well
With other niggas
I don't really f*ck with niggas
Niggas buck 'em 'bout they life I had to really buck at niggas
He be running from his problems but you think he running with ya
You got to crop the negative up out your motherfucking picture
Cause I done seen a lot of niggas lose they motherfucking mental
Got snaked cause they ain't never pay no motherfucking attention
Nigga motherfucking listen
And that's the contrast between you and I
I can't f*ck with anybody my loyalty one of a kind
I had to learn the hard way I couldn't dodge it if I tried
How you going live in fear and be afraid to die?
Nigga

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