Author Topic: Read, tell me what you think, a poem, a lyric what you wanna think (Read 394 times)

C-LO$ · « **on:** March 24, 2006, 07:42:29 AM »

Imma go soft for a little, its gonna be raw for the rest>>>Listen/Read this Shit!

It's funny how time flies
In the blink in my eyes,
Ya see years of ya life go passin' by
As I try to maintain,
I break the chains
Weed smoke in my brain,
Just to ease the pain
I recall it was a G thang, a mack game
Now it's either gangbang or livin' in the crack game
Mercy mercy meeee, not to curse me,
Just cause it hurts me,
To see my Homiez out uv work doin' dirt
Money comes disperse drain an accountant for what it's worth,/

We commence to smash, get the cash, that's all we wanted
Wid desire expired cause every hood is haunted,
killas and jackers, tryna make it as a street hog
Bustin' out a '64 in the L.A. Smog /

.45 Always on the side of me when I in danger parlayin' on betta days
To the Grain we'll stay down forever to our dyin' days,
I pray for my homiez every night to lead Em' right across
Whoever go first, don't let the other get lost
Playaboss is what we call ourself
Soon as we got a taste ah wealth /

Walk 'til my feet hurt, smoke 'til the weed hurt
Challenge this, you know C-LO$ make the beat work
Send a hot flash of fever through your speaker
Then after the heat bring chills like a deep freezer
Studio or TV, whether Stage or CD
Twelve inch, Alpine Audio or MP3
Fuck the format, they askin where the "Platform", worser than computer geeks lookin at free porn, Fukkin they kitty kat
Late summer, early fall, have fun, have a ball, just chill grip tha wheel and watch the screens fall!/

GGGGGG G-Unit is what they sayin', I am not, I say GGGGGG G-Unot, my nigg They think they hot?,
Loyd Banks tryin' ta crip it in that touch it remix, man they all Wankstas,
rape em' wit 50's body guards night sticks, Haa, dont even hate, you know G-unit
sucks, seen Olivia the other day, wanna suck me for simple 5$ bucks!, she a man though, nigga, damn
thats really gross, throw 50 and yayo in seprate rooms, see who snitches first or the most, quit hatin !/

yo nigga, you know you cant even do shit, i suggest you grab Your Shit and then pack it up and Split,
for all you hataz out there you G-Unit Groupies, dirty smelly and shit steppin
out of yo fallin apart Hoopdeeze, hub caps rollin, duck tape holdin', your shit all stolen,
bitch cant fuck wit me, nigga Im Platinum,..... naw Im Golden/

I got yo home boy here locked up in my studio, tellin' talkin shit
sayin stuff like "You a Hoe", thats pretty bad your own homiez aint got yo back, seriously Blaz3
I think your shit is Whack!, oh wait I aint ever read/heard any thing from you yet, from the way you soundin'
you actin' like a lil G-Unit pet/

aight that last verse kinda kissed ass. but this here last one gonna
wanna make you Blast, for you all that feelin' me thanks alot,
put me in yo crew, Ima make you hot, tomorrow Ill be buyin some new Daytons
for my '64 Impala, wanna come battle rap?, Fool I aint no Scholla' lil Bitch you wanna talk
some shit, nigga just Holla !/

, Fuck them Haters !

!!! LilWanksters, certified wanna be Gangstesr!!! LOL

Oklin · « **Reply #1 on:** March 24, 2006, 08:09:04 AM »

hmm i don't get why you diss g-unit... their music might suck... but i think its ridicoulos to diss them when you dont know them...

anyway.. some of the other lyrics are cool... the 1st verse are cool