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« on: December 16, 2009, 03:36:38 PM »
its a problem i dont give a fuck, bitch imma live it up
liquor imma sip it up, writtens imma rip em up
talk? imma hitcha up the hawk gon' hitcha up
death i dont give a fuck
money i dont get enough..
thas why im walkin with the black winter hat
mobbin in my winter rat gat go tit ta tat
hittin licks an servin dick to these bitches quick
then i gotta diggy dip cuz i aint gettin set up
things-should-get betta but when will this rain let up?
fuck it, life is hopeless, hokus pokus
smoke the locus an i serve pheens with the dopeness
focus focus still, you cant even notice
the master mind the mind behind the master
im plastered, an asshole, the son of a bastard
listen to my rhyme schemes, got em all mastered
...not that it even mat-ters
look at the pretty pat-terns...
but i dont give a fuck about rappin
im strappin gats cuz im the mother fucking captain
makin it happen look at you mother fuckers actin
disgraceful...your "swag" is distasteful
actin like you hard you could eat a facefull...of ass
sweaty mother fucking ass....bleh...i got distracted




 

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« Reply #1 on: December 16, 2009, 06:13:49 PM »
i got money to blow, but i aint drake baby
an imma put on a show, with this cake baby
ya thought it was my birthday, cause im lookin fly
flyer then i ever been it feels so right
but im too right, so i take a left
quick take a breath, imma be the ref
lets play a game, bitch say my name
its prince baby dont compare me to lil wayne
im on another level, bitch im off the rictor
its a showdown, an im so quicker
used to like liquor, now im nat-u-ral
naw that aint my main bitch thats jes my PAL
i give her nathan, an she gimme money
...i hate it when she talk cuz she not funny
just gimmme head, an live in my bed
u heard what i said....u heard what i said
bitch cant hear, cause she part queer
yea she like women, but she like me more
she act up i kic that bitch with my steel toe

 

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« Reply #2 on: December 16, 2009, 06:45:14 PM »
B.L.L.S.S.

i dropped outta school, that shit wasnt cool
now i resort to robbin jes to get some damn food
i act a damn fool, an im too rude
police behind me now im tryna hide my damn tool
life is more than a bitch, shes a damn cunt
an i swear that bitch fuck me like every month
so im watchin my back, every move that i make
everyday that i live is just another risk i take
but still they wanna hate, they not happy with them
i put this on my momma one day imma push a benz
im countin my ends, they not addin up
like aw fuck, i think i had enough
life is too rough, its never been easy
it made me to tough, bitch u know my steezy
an if u aint heard,then do yah research
i would tell ya but i gotta smoke this weed first
smokin evidence, the dead presidents, got dirt on they face an all the residents
they know im no good, they seen me in the hood
they think im outta place i think im in outer space
i think im about to lace then LEAVE without a trace
i be-lieve in god i ask for forgiveness
i just do my job then leave not a witness
yall know the bidness, real recognize real
if you on my shit list its time to get real
an i get scrill....look out for fam
an i dont give a damn, bam woopty wam
sometimes its too funny, how i get the money
they aks me where i got it, i say i be about it
the prince of powder couldnt scream it louder
if victory is sweet why it taste so sour...
 

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« Reply #3 on: December 16, 2009, 07:10:06 PM »
^ LMAO, that was nice but that 1st spit was my favorite.
 

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« Reply #4 on: December 16, 2009, 07:18:42 PM »
i aint for the beef, nor for the drama
but when its war time, im comin for your momma
i hit yah where it hurt, i leave yah in the dirt
she like to network my pistol is a big flirt
an my net worth...dont worry bout it
i copped a new ride, im sure you heard about it
you envious inside, jealous like a bitch
you'll never understand, how im hood rich
i spent a lot of time, organizin crime
calculatin plans wit my right-hand-man
bitch i am the man, fightin gainst the man
fuck uncle sam, cause i dont give a damn
bitches clueless they really wanna know me
but i dont wanna talk shut the fuck up an blow me
life is depressin thats why, i inflict pain
you a fucin lame, an you think this a game
until you caught in the rain, when they fuccin sprayin
life is not sweet, but it is short indeed
its all about that fucin money an greed
get blunted with weed and drink away your sorrows there is no tomorrow
« Last Edit: December 16, 2009, 07:24:35 PM by ήg ޮi »
 

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« Reply #5 on: December 16, 2009, 07:28:58 PM »
thanks...i havent seriously written in a long time.. i used to write so much. i am trying to get back into it so i will be posting retarded shit in this section for awhile trying to get my groove back.
 

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« Reply #6 on: December 16, 2009, 07:58:16 PM »
^ That's what's up!

i hit yah where it hurt, i leave yah in the dirt
she like to network my pistol is a big flirt
Ha.
 

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« Reply #7 on: December 17, 2009, 11:24:47 AM »
look mane...
sometimes i smoke out an think about the future
its hard to be a nice person when people tryna shootcha
tryna break into my crib imitate the way i live
-i grew up too fast, i barley was a kid
now i got problems cuz i chose the wrong role models
now im stuck in this lifestyle, sippin down bottles
of that 100 proof..
-you got your freedom then POOF
i seen it happen to many times
get SHOT for servin dimes
on the wrong turf, tell me what its really worth
its worth everything, when you have nothin
yea i kick heavy game cuz most of yall frontin
its hard to relate, when your life is pampered
your homie layin on the ground his shirt dampened
bloody rose red, he rose from the dead
with holes in his head, an this is what he said
he told me keep yah head up an you should never trust em
them bitches look good but dont you dare lust em
an when the cops bust em dont you ever speak on it
n bounce back to your feet everytime you have a weak moment



 

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« Reply #8 on: December 17, 2009, 03:40:38 PM »
^ That's like the second illest drop in the thread. Nice nigga.
 

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« Reply #9 on: December 18, 2009, 02:57:31 AM »
i didnt read any of that but im sure its better then LAMBs flows
 

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« Reply #10 on: December 19, 2009, 12:07:00 PM »
i didnt read any of that but im sure its better then LAMBs flows

lol
"...and these niggas gettin tattoo tears...industry Bloods that show fear, when the authentics are near"
 

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« Reply #11 on: December 19, 2009, 04:13:30 PM »
Nice rhymes there.
 

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« Reply #12 on: December 19, 2009, 07:27:03 PM »
my eyes are swoll, i been down this road before
its time to go, i smack the clip in the .4
darkness falls, its time to make my move quick
wonderin again..how i get involved with this shit
just yesterday i swear things were lookin better
now i got a backup beretta just the get the cheddar
fuck life....what-does-it-really-mean
im color blind, the only color i see is green
--its the only thing that matters--
but thats not the reason i smile when blood splatters
cuz im fuckin sick, not-the-one you wanna fuck with
-cuz im a problem when im fumin
i hit you so harrddd its like my punch is superhuman
im not to be fucked with a young killa out of his mind
right on the dime, bullets hit you an shatter your spine
writin this rhyme, realizing im almost out of time
the mastermind designs his own destiny this time...
« Last Edit: December 19, 2009, 07:29:59 PM by ήg ޮi »
 

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« Reply #13 on: December 22, 2009, 10:06:54 AM »
Nice work.  You have a lot of talent.
 

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« Reply #14 on: December 26, 2009, 10:00:52 AM »
fuck hoes, i think, thats how life goes
posted in the lab jes workin on flows
on parole, the system tryna keep me down
got me walkin roun town lookin down w a frown
all bcuz somebody mis-took me for a clown
but they all got shook when they saw me get down
got no love for a bitch, no love for a hater
cuz bitch imma pimp, holler at me later
im not, fit for society, a hitman you can hire me
everybody fake dyin as soon as i fire b-
l-o-o-d on the floor gotta go cuz i know
they be snitchin in the O
let em know P.Gz ride for show
this warmup, i get stupid like my cuh from the bay
drinkin liquor smokin weed n drivin in circles all day
set trippin like a mother cuz my homies dont play
blue rag in my pocket people lookin like HEY
who that there, who the fuck he representin?
i get bread, then i get head like bill clinton
got my burner my hawk i dont trust nadda
im to damn fly its hard not to rock prada
but homie ill stab you in the neck if i gotta
im a young -goon, bout to turn twenty-two
baby what it do, see i could show you the ropes
teach you the game, bitch you aint knowin the name
the mastermind, in time all the cash is mine
i SHINE...so my lil homies blast the nine