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After a good, long run, we have decided to close our forums in an effort to refocus attention to other sections of the site. Fortunately for you all, we're living in a time where discussion of a favorite topic now has a lot of homes. So we encourage you all to bring your ravenous love for discussion to Chuck's official Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram. And, as always, you can still post comments on all News updates. Thank you for your loyalty and passion over the years. These changes will happen June 1.
... niggas for life? 'Cause if we die we're still goan be some dead niggas.

A hundred miles and runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and you want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct, it's one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good, gettin' frisked with my hands on a hot hood. Gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Not wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past, point blank: they can kiss my black ass. I didn't stutter when I said fuck the police, 'cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed, 'cause police and little black niggers don't mix, so, now I'm creepin' through the fog. Runnin' like a team, well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and hold it in the air, 'cause MC Ren has a hundred miles of runnin'...