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IT'S A MESS....
ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
rollin wit a bunch of shiesty dudes in nike shoes
I'm highly rude, raised by them smiley fools
calm under pressure, marinatin wit a poker face
yes I'm a good fella, how does the revolver taste?
I'm low key, surrounded by goons, never lonely
in my streets, you'll die soon if you're nosey
don't be posin, just get money like lucas
who's this? a leader like hoover, I'm ruthless
hustler by all means, stayin ahead of the game
you claim to be gangsta but don't ignite no flame
rules are changing, all the OG'z gettin locked up
sentences ranging from 15 to life, it's fucked up
in the avenues fightin for this profit, the revenue
cats trynna tax us, but this our turf, so fuck you!
once again, jealousy and betrayal comes in to play
loose cannons ready to explode, watch what you say
closed doors, open soars, pigs enter the buildin
turf wars, rain pours, innocent mothers losin children
it's simple, bang bang, checkers, it used to be chess
you don't know who's against you, we take a guess
it's non-sense, the street life is a losin process
we used to progress, now it's survival of the heartless
non-stop stress, paranoid waitin for god to bless
trynna protect my nest, but they know my address
told my bitch to caress so I can plot to finesse
life on the north side of the west.. IT'S A MESS !!
Yay Area Cuddy:
Wassup cuzzo? I'm new to the board,
speakin of bored, your verse couldnt be ignored
I'm from San Bruno C-A, saw you too like si way?
ive never seen this nigga in my life on the block sellin yay,
trenchtown nigga fulla thugs and drugs i see slugs,
and crime swept under the rug my whole crew
sell dope to ya moms and shit, my last fuck, was ya moms and shit
i'm hard, harder than you boy u scared be prepared
to get shot for your little ass stack to get shared
by me n my boys, the real mccoys, eastside trenchtown
yeah we play with them toys,
bein young in the bay banged on foriegn exchange,
kids, like you, nigga what you gonna do?
it'll be a mess i know that you cant afford a vest,
your wack ass records sure aint sellin, dope u aint sellin,
you aint no felon, ur little sis likes to get licked like ellen,
degeneres, she paid me for dick she was generous,
kill pigs and split your arabian wig thats turban,
i dont believe youre really urban, ya got no swag
need preparation h cuz u gonna be mad and ya hemoroids ache,
i heard ya tape, it was corny, my girlfriend laughed and said u sound horny,
while u rapped about fuckin niggas up whats up? you gay? thats cool
but in the trench we dont play so i better not see you on the block
u get popped unless u cop rock and u just a feen lookin for a hit
of inspiration dog u need it cuz ur rhymes aint shit
ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
shut the fuck up lil nigga.. ask around about zilla and the trench town hustlaz.. the locs, east side mob.. the original eastsidaz.. been doin this since the 90's.. never seen me on the bloc? thats like sayin you never seen the sky blue.. well look up muufuca !! I'm still in these avenues.. no one reps the hood like me n my folks in the front lines of the bay.. we ARE trench town.. you prolly don't even know what the "trench" is.. nevertheless know the history of it or why my OG'z started callin it that.. got me twisted cuhz !!
www.myspace.com/trenchtownhustlaz
Sofa_King_Awesome:
--- Quote from: Yay Area Cuddy on October 14, 2007, 10:44:59 PM ---Wassup cuzzo? I'm new to the board,
speakin of bored, your verse couldnt be ignored
I'm from San Bruno C-A, saw you too like si way?
ive never seen this nigga in my life on the block sellin yay,
trenchtown nigga fulla thugs and drugs i see slugs,
and crime swept under the rug my whole crew
sell dope to ya moms and shit, my last fuck, was ya moms and shit
i'm hard, harder than you boy u scared be prepared
to get shot for your little ass stack to get shared
by me n my boys, the real mccoys, eastside trenchtown
yeah we play with them toys,
bein young in the bay banged on foriegn exchange,
kids, like you, nigga what you gonna do?
it'll be a mess i know that you cant afford a vest,
your wack ass records sure aint sellin, dope u aint sellin,
you aint no felon, ur little sis likes to get licked like ellen,
degeneres, she paid me for dick she was generous,
kill pigs and split your arabian wig thats turban,
i dont believe youre really urban, ya got no swag
need preparation h cuz u gonna be mad and ya hemoroids ache,
i heard ya tape, it was corny, my girlfriend laughed and said u sound horny,
while u rapped about fuckin niggas up whats up? you gay? thats cool
but in the trench we dont play so i better not see you on the block
u get popped unless u cop rock and u just a feen lookin for a hit
of inspiration dog u need it cuz ur rhymes aint shit
--- End quote ---
Damn, u ethered that wannabe.
ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
^ this kid been sendin me a million hate messages.. I'm wondering who he really is.. please don't tell me I fucked ure bitch bruh.. we don't trip off that dumb shit in the bay.. you may live in West Oakland.. but you ain't FROM there.. you don't give me no name or what hood you from.. you're nobody.. and that's the end of it.. go fall off some stairs faggot!
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