Whoop Whoop! Gangsta role call...

[TeeRaySix9Teen]

Stompin strait from SD, Kali, Six One Nine/
Leave yah klacked in the streets if yah rip on mine/
Ima rip one time, for my side of the coast/
Leftside where we boast, cus we ridin the most/
Banged out, no doubt, dont speak my name blood!/
What set? Who cares man i still stay flamed up/
Smashin through yah hood, all black dickie suit/
Bout to getcha for yah loot, dont resist u get tha boot/
Brand new black chucks with some fat red laces/
I just dont give a fuck dogg, ill slap yah faceless/
Red "Dago" cap, fitted, tilted to the right/
Rag creased underneath like im look fo a fight/
Burgandy Impala on Dubs, how im gettin around/
Got bonified thugs like, "this nig is a Hound!"/
Been hit up a few times, po po's and crips/
But its only on some bitch shit that they chose to trip/
Cant stand a muthafucka only hard with they homies/
I be brazy, keep it brackin, pullin cards on these phonies/
Lyrically im so sharp that my words shank yah bitch/
Its TeeRay, Killa Kali comin wit that gangsta shit.../




sumbody spit next, come hard tho.....Rod, Tech where u at?!

['Illicit']

I'm known to shatter ya dreams, for spittin' tha real/
'n you ho's don't matter to me, for grippin' a steal/
I'm itchin' to peal, caps back, jack whips for tha wheels/
you faggots smart off at me? and it's the end o' da hill/
I tend to instill, fear when I ride through my city/
been practicin' my maddog stare since I was a kiddy/
mind full o' shitty thoughts, thats why my life is gritty/
my nine is wit me, in case one time tries to stick me/
if you decide to ride wit' me, better show me respect/
or I'll have that fat ass chain o' yours chokin' ya neck/
don't roll wit a set, guess I'm jus' a lonesome thug/
cuz me and sets don't get along like loc's 'n bloods/
I chose the slug life, cuz I'm gangsta as fuck/
you say I'm bangin' too much? but I ain't bangin' enough/
I wanna break down one day from all the weight I hold/
until then, nobodies safe in the 8-5-0/



hope you didnt mind me jumpin in, i was jus feelin this a lot homie.

i aint bangin or nuttin though, dont get it twisted. its jus a spit.


peace

 

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

black rags, eastside locs wit ski masks
gang task force on that ass, but we still mash
smash season get cash wit bay cats but this ain't baby bash
we on some ruthless by law shit, fuck that other trash
reppin this shit is my passion, stack racks, hard hittin like acid
in the bank laughin, no compassion, roll it up and pass it
khakis n chucks, 3 thizzles to the brain, I don't give a fuck
in an all black truck, chevy tahoe ridin low, got the 2-2 tucked
roll wit a bunch of mexicans, but they ain't no fuckin ese's
this northern cali homie, they plays in they ways in mele's
them po po's hate cholos wit gold grills n lo lo's
we in the scraper smokin goin dumb wit 4 hos
I rides wit my middle east beasts, filips and tongan crips
Trench Town full of lunatics flippin brick and stackin chips
It's a family, the mentality is mafia, low key out for dollars
but at the same time we get stupid, fuc school, I dunno no scholars

[DiSSENT]

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ayo, I spit the real, that's why my ghetto pass is Irrevokable
got foo's under my influence and my dope ain't even Smokable
I flip Notable Quotables, without any Hesitation
the top is my Destination, though I'm under Speculation
cops and gangsters both wanna hit me Up & Trip
they can Suck A Dick, I'm not slangin' or Bustin' Clips
so Let Me Be, I'm beyond that level, Technically
at least Ethically, I watch the game close like Referees
my Destiny's to leave my Legacy through Rap Music
get killed or locked up for some petty shit? Nah, That's Stupid
every Track's Lucid & laced with Authentic Design
Bending Your Mind heavenly, I'm Hellbent With My Rhymes
my rep is indefinite, my flow's Exceptionally Crazy
I want respect from the homies and Affection From The Ladies
I'm the Light Brown slim, grim reaper, put the Mic Down
wack M.C.'s are match sticks, I'll put 'em out, so Strike Now!

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[TeeRaySix9Teen]

yeahhh dat! 

[da_notorious_mack]

..Ayo fuck coloured rags...its nuttn bad...
im from the U.K,peep the coloured flag...
red an blue...no sets..blud whut is dat?...
round hea....i stay movin the buffest bags...
green or white....im seen at night....
cap down,hood up....straight schemin type...
down ta hit a man witta sucker punch...
cus yall write bars while im cuttin um....
i move pounds of hash from council flats..
jus gimme a ring..ill meet ya round the back..
jacked?..nah im too proud fa that..im down to scrap..
whethers its fists,knives,rounders bats...
or rounds from straps....

[King Tech Quadafi]

Fuck that Fallujah shit, that fake WWE Lex Luger shit/
We on that Ruger tip, 2006 T.O. bangin like 1979 Hoover Crip/
Crack orders got me stressin, Map borders stay contestin/
Young Gz make threats and show waists, cats Older ask questions/
Better have a Pass when u pass, but we pass Passes seldom/
Man dem on the roof is the proof u aint welcome/
Ghetto born, ghetto bred, all I know is Public Housing/
Get paid when fiends prowlin, Gats and re-ups come with the Thousands/
Scarlett Blocc is the home, on the blocc u aint known/
Bleed and bang for the blocc, even tho the blocc we dont own/
Aint here to perpetrate, just to state the facts/
My school took me out the hood, what I look like not going back??/
So I stay burnin trees while I stay earning degreez/
OGs show me love cuz they seen the same sufferin as me/
Cuz a real G got heart and will be bang in the paint/
But a real man know when to stop and admit that he cant/

[LyRiCaL_G]

SeEEEEEEEEEEEEEN sEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN/
I Smoke GREEEEEEEEEEEEN GREEEEEEEEEEEEEN/
Fuck a Rap group nigga this the DREEEEEEEEEEAM TEEEEEEAAAAM/


shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, i murdered this

[Dynamic]

back on the board like a get out of jail free card in Monopoly
its odd cuz see its my roll on the dice and people Knockin Me
the game is not dominoes its chess to Me
my queen can run up on you show you what check mate can Be
not knowin how much the flows changed like Gold Chains
the kid shine in the mist of my enemies and Blow Brains
i'll blow ya mind the 45 murders all Shapes And Size
lyriks stay armed and dangerous most dudes is Wastin Lives
knowin that aint no way in hell they can Make A Track
flow so weak the mircophone sayin Take It Back!
breaken stacks for paints thats black to throw it on the Cadilac
with the mirror tented windows and license plate states Thats the Facts
What Now homeboys im Thugged Out like Yuk Mouth
and thats the album playin to make the lac Trunk Pound
i've been doing this shit since Middle School with Little Dudes
that i call the FAB-FAM that will make you look Pitiful
dissen crews is no way to Start Hood Beef
aint sparkin shit, u cant even Spark Good Reef
i'm like who ever think they can beat than D-Y can Get It
dis Daranged Dood a Stray Shoot ya Strait Through ya Civic
i dont think im cocky i just Keep Things Real
murder is premeditated, so when i Think These Kill
you scally wags Dynamic is known to Attack the Ave
with bars so hot the sewer spit manholes thats Cracked in Half
Plastic Bags full of note books from every Battle Won
I hate biters, I kill cats bringin Raps From Pun
Lackin Funds, these wack niggaz get they Places Blown,
battle me with a hoody on to keep ya Face Unknown
Evacuate ya cities, towns, Base or Home
I make niggaz Embrace the Chrome like a dude with Braces On
hate this or love this no Need to Discuss
if u Pleadin to Bust wit Dy than Heat is a Must!


DYNAMIC