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 10 years ago '06        #121
Sammyboi22 
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cashis-ms jenkins. The whole song is sick. Or for a quick verse Lupe Fiasco-Heat under the baby seat.
 10 years ago '07        #122
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 killahkazi said:
Damn I surprised no one said this:

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick a.ss click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo n*gga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
rae verse was nice but deck k!lled it



Verse Two: Inspector Deck

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause sh*t is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
 07-04-2007, 09:15 AM         #123
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B O O S I E B A D A Z Z THAT'S ME

WIPE ME DOWN!!!

yada yada yada yada yada gold chain

WIPE ME DOWN!!!
 10 years ago '07        #124
1LynguisticMind 177 heat pts177
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YAYO HOMICIDE:

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them fu*kin headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a n*gga when I get the fu*k outta here man

[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho bi*ch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her a.ss and her heart, hit her jugular vein
n*ggaz talk it they don't live it, these n*ggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence
I'm loudmouth n*gga but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a n*gga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food
Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, n*gga I'ma blast your team
I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that bi*ch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip n*gga better spray right

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to fu*kin k!ll somebody right now n*gga, fu*k!
Got a sh*tLOAD of guns right now n*gga
Homicide come around I'm gone n*gga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you n*gga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, sh*t is real man
This is for them n*ggaz - fu*k yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a n*gga and blow his fu*kin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta n*gga - you hear me?
Don't fu*kin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a n*gga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfu*ker!
 07-04-2007, 11:09 AM         #125
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FIRST OFF fu*k YO bi*ch AND THE THE CLICK YOU CLAIM
 10 years ago '06        #126
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 Mr. Snowman said:
YAYO HOMICIDE:

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them fu*kin headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a n*gga when I get the fu*k outta here man

[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho bi*ch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her a.ss and her heart, hit her jugular vein
n*ggaz talk it they don't live it, these n*ggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence
I'm loudmouth n*gga but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a n*gga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food
Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, n*gga I'ma blast your team
I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that bi*ch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip n*gga better spray right

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to fu*kin k!ll somebody right now n*gga, fu*k!
Got a sh*tLOAD of guns right now n*gga
Homicide come around I'm gone n*gga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you n*gga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, sh*t is real man
This is for them n*ggaz - fu*k yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a n*gga and blow his fu*kin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta n*gga - you hear me?
Don't fu*kin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a n*gga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfu*ker!

Ima be honest even tho i dont like yayo he do be going off on some songs. Like on that runnin verse with game. Yea he k!lled that beat
 10 years ago '06        #127
Adewale 15 heat pts15
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That lloyd banks freestyle to who shot ya
 07-04-2007, 01:23 PM         #128
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Aww yeah, uhh, uhh
Holla if ya hear me, yeah!

[Verse One]
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got him in a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen
See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back
Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly?
You're too near me -

[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."

[Verse Two]
Pump ya fists like this
Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swingin like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'ma throw a change up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets
They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on
And look for me in the struggle
Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble -

[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!

[Verse Three]
Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep
representin, never give up, on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boyz
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the nine-tre'
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free
Still me, till they k!ll me
I love it when they fear me -

[Chorus]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."

[2Pac] You're too near me, to see it clearly

[repeat 4x]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."

[repeat 2X]
"Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E.
"Tellin you to hear it.."

"Hard!" .. "The rebel"
"Hard!" .. "The rebel"

[repeat 12X to fade]
[2Pac] Holla if ya hear me!
"Hard!" .. "The rebel"
pick a verse its all fire
 10 years ago '07        #129
timdog 926 heat pts926
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-In world news today, officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias
Scarface must be stopped
-After being monitored by secret service agents for two years
-Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his
literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution
-Degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence and more
importantly
-Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community
-Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be
stopped

Scarface:

We got this whole motherfu*ker on a mission
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullsh*t they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done sh*t for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why you tryin kick some dust up
America's been always known for blaiming us n*ggas for they fu*k-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people
Lets peep the game from a different angle
Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me
For the sh*t that you see on your tv
That rates worse than PG
Just bring your a.ss to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Chorus:(Repeat 2X)

n*gga don't believe that song
That n*gga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long

So now they tryin seperation
And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tappin into our conversation
Saying the message that they give
Bring forth or premeditation
So David's got a silver mag
While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and k!lls his dad
David Duke's got a shotgun
So why you get upset cause I got one
A tisket a tasket
A n*gga got his a.ss kicked
Shot in the face by a cop, close casket
An open and sgut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than n*gga you can sue me
Because the sh*t that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money
Don't blame me blame your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Chorus:

Ice Cube:

You best to free your mine
Before I free my nine
And stop fu*kin with the void in pop
Or feel my hot rocks
Bang,bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black
White boys gat a magazine and don't kow how to act
I'll attack and make you vomit
Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother, I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna k!ll this house n*gga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk n*ggas make me sick
Suckin on the devil's d*ck
Scared of revolution
Need to start deuchin
Houston is the place
I caught a case
Them motherfu*kers tried to put a scar on my face
But i bust two times to the gut
To the Reverend Calvin Butts
Gotta pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta sh*t in 86
Now you dissin me
For publicity
Isn't he a hoe to the third degree
Who me
I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot
And I can't stop, won't stop
So fu*k Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube their ain't no k!llin me
Ice Cube, Scarface
Droppin on these sellin out n*ggas, doing it like this
 07-04-2007, 03:02 PM         #130
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(Big L)
Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bi*ches
Puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pus*y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
bi*ches get fu*ked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beatin them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh*t, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last f!ght friend?
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, n*ggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you sh*t is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfu*ker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the n*gga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving n*ggaz comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap sh*t was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the n*gga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
fu*k around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down
 07-04-2007, 03:03 PM         #131
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 07-05-2007, 09:43 PM         #132
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Ive been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin rock after motherfu<kin rock
Seeing cop after motherfu<kin cop on the block
Changing face after motherfu<kin face
Watchin n*ggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and youll find more n*ggas doing time in the pen
Cause he wouldnt snitch on his fu<kin friend
And that same motherfu<ker that didnt go to jail
Wouldnt come to pay his homeboy's bail
But thats the way n*ggas do you
Caught a case for another n*gga and he swear he never knew ya
12 months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he aint gave you sh!t
Not even a funky a.ss ounce to get on your feet that sheisty b!tch
And he still calls you family
But I be damned if I be kin to a n*gga who aint payin me
Cause I aint with that ho sh!t
So if you thinkin bout fu<kin me, n*gga you better try some more sh!t
Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watched another n*gga progress
Off the motherfu<kin sh*t I did
But in the 90s its payback and we aint takin no shorts kid
Cause life is a b!tch
And I aint that n*gga to be broke, while makin another motherfu<ker rich
So wise up n*gga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game, you gotta wash your own hands
And I got a tech 9
Ready to take mine
And whats for me ho
Yeah, no nuts no glory


Now I done heard a n*gga say they callin me the biggest b!tch in texas
Cause Im bumming a ride, when I should be drivin lexus
But you know, I gives a fu<k about what n*ggas say
I handle mine, by handlin tha sh!t my own way
I let n*ggas thinks its cool
To fu<k a n*gga like me, but they dont know who they psychin fools
See I stay lo-key
Lettin a n*gga think he know me, but he really dont know me g
Claiming that we friends
While my little girl is ridin the bus, his little girl is drivin a fu<kin benz
Who's your friends? Ask yourself that sh!t
The only friend I got, is my fu<kin pistol grip
Filthy rich I know you love it
I done made your a.ss fat and you're still talkin bout 25 of a hundred
Be real that sh*t went out in 86 Im down with the geto boys but my mind aint playin tricks b!tch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
n*gga be that way and Im gone handle my business fool
Just like my n*gga snoop dogg told me
You gotta be down for your sh!t, while you can homey
Cause yous about to get your a.ss lit up
Because the fu<kin aint proper and I aint the n*gga thats catchin the
Nut
Payback is a motherfu<ker payback is a b!tch
But payback is a must when I aint the n*gga thats gettin rich
Cause life aint but one big chance
And unlike these other motherfu<kers I aint scared to touch yo b!tch a.ss
Cause if you believe in fu<kin n*ggas, yous a ho
And the peter man cant tolerate hos so you gots to go
Mr. big man, mr. big nut
Got everybody thinkin you the sh!t but really Im the motherfu<kin one
Now Im about to grab my sh!t off the shelf
And go on a mission, one n*gga gettin bad by his damn self
So keep on thinkin you fu<kin me
But while you thinkin, Ill be pullin yo fu<kin number g
Cause Im a n*gga with no heart and no worries
Gettin down for mines b!tch, no nuts no glory
 07-05-2007, 11:09 PM         #133
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Lil Boosie-Boosie When You Gone Drop
Boosie ripped that sh*t
 07-05-2007, 11:45 PM         #134
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Ghostface on Tony/Montana

I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen
Cause pu**y is the best next thing besides women
All the position ive been in couldn't explain how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen
Here take a listen I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision
Sealing bags in the kitchen
Slinging crack to these pigeons
For the fact that I'm driven
My linebackers is missing
Send you back and good rides
Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden
Keep my gun hidden n*ggaz is bi*ches signing petitions
And they providing convictions
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
My riders ride on a mission for snitching
You get your back blown right out of commission
Youll be missing like them crazy
Christians and swimming with all the fishes
Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses
Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors
Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents
The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures
We click on religious n*ggaz for acting too superstitious
Move cause the group is viscous
Shoot if you want your wishes to blow
See trife in the Bentley with a group of bi*ches

or Az on lifes a bi*ch

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
fu*k who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bi*ch and then you die


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 10 years ago '07        #135
MELODY 25 heat pts25
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 THEINFAMOUS said:
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of (*Satan*), they say my k!lling's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam' destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a n*gga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all f*g**ts ain't k!llin sh*t
Ooops Cristal keep spillin sh*t; you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like +Jurassic+
+Park+ did quick to spark kids who start sh*t
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White

If u don't know who sed this verse or on what song Take a .45 and BANG....Kill yaself
CO-SIGN ALL DAY.
 10 years ago '07        #136
peaceluvalways 
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 YoungGQ said:
...since we talkin common...what about the "respiration" verse...

...on the Amen corner i stood lookin at my fallen hood
felt his spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
threw dirt on the casket, the hurt i couldn't mask it
mixin down emotions, struggle i hadn't mastered
i choreographed 7 steps to heaven
inhale, waitin to exhale and make the bread leaven
veteran of a cold war, it's chica-i-go for
what i know or, what's known, so some days i take the bus home
just the touch home, from the crib i spent months gone
sat by the window wit a clutched stone listenin to shorties cuss long
young girls wit weak minds but they bust strong
tried to call or at least speak to the Lord, but didn't have a touch tone
it's a doggy dog world, you gotta mush on

some of this land i must on, outta the city they want us gone
tearin down the jects creatin plush homes
my circumstance is between cabrini and love jones
surrounded by hate, yet i love home
asked my guy how he thought travelin the world sound
found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
it's deep, i heard the city breathe in its sleep
a reality i touched but for me it's hard to keep
it's deep, i heard my man breathe in his sleep
a reality i touched but for me it's hard to keep

...he ATE that sh*t...oh my god...when i got old enough to really get it...man...



Yes Sir...Common c*m wit it on anything.......Buy The Album My People....VERY INSPIRATIONAL.....
 07-10-2007, 08:20 AM         #137
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put ya d*ck in ya ear and fu*k what u heard- ras kass
Rakim!!!!!
 10 years ago '07        #138
Cartel-Clipz 28 heat pts28
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damn! good thread homie. I couln't tell you. Propably a Nas verse.
 07-10-2007, 09:56 AM         #139
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yea this a pretty crack thread..everyone need to prop the threadstarter...

This aint the BEST verse but its damn sure a classic....

My Life...

[Styles]
Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin, scared of the feds
They said death is eternal sleep
but the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed
So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
They got big momma hurtin instead
My life is makin the verse - but the handcuffs
the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse
Tell mom I don't go to the church - tell Haq I dont' go to Mosque
I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March
But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin me soon, what
And my life is all I have - my family, my n*ggaz, my flow, my grabs what

-Styles P
 07-10-2007, 12:22 PM         #140
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Im pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurathane
Simple and plain, Ill explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, im-a make it burn!
Higher and hotter than lava this scholar
Is bout just as smart as macgyver
To put honor inside the heart of a lion
Revolved in a life of crime (crime!)
fu*k it I like the shine (shine!), up in the white and lime (lime!)
Comes with the pipe design
Plushed out! (no doubt!) both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, get the fu*k out!
Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right
Go head lace the mic, you finished? say good night...
Head to head in the street, Ill leave you dead in your feet
Settlin beef, Ill even let you rhyme to the benjamin beat
But it wont matter, you dreams still gon shatter
Its a long ladder to climb and mine is on the stagger
So get outta town, fore I hit you
With the loudest sound you ever heard
Desert bird player you outta bounds


You need the pun to dis you if your whole steez is unofficial
Ill come and get you and let the desert eez tounge kiss you
With one pistol and two clips, Ill make your crew do flips
Like acrobatics, Im charismatic, my gat is magic
It makes rappers disappear, whipser in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Everything you fear is here, you aint got to search further
The first murders the worst now I thirst further for reverse birth
Every verse hurts, every curse words already more offending
Than eddie murphs worst
I thirst for blood like a vampire, any man claimin his games tighter
Is a God damn liar!
I set em on fire, retire your train of thought
Drain a quart of blood out your brain and leave you insane in the dark
The king of new york! lays his crown in the boogie down
And sprays the town, with a mac hoodied down
Im no joke! (yuh!!) I soak your face with a sweeper
Dying disgrace, Ill face your death through the speaker


if you dont know this.. just "benoit" yourself

peace
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