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Whoop Whoop! Gangsta role call...

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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

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