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Westside_Outlaw:
Most Wanted By Da Outlaw & Suicidal 5-O (Tha Don)
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HOOK
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
----Da Outlaw----
When we started this we didnt no we'd have this influence/
we didnt think we'd ever make a difference/
we started our own underground label and now we taken over/
Against tha whole world we braver/
I aint gonna come out on stage and hit u wit a crip walk/
we str8 now but start talkin shit and u B lyin in chalk/
1 day listenin 2 my Pac CD i thought 2 make a mil all I gotta do is talk/
but tha games harder then that/
Alwayz lookin behind me, alwayz got my hand on my gat/
I aint no punk, I aint got no security/
Every night Im charged wit battery/
Dont stand in tha way u in tha line of my lryical weaponry/
u just commercial/
while im contraversial/
HOOK
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
-----Tha Don----
Ima make u a offer u cant refuse/
If u do Ima spray u wit gasoline and light tha fuse/
So mutha fucka make ur selection/
Just no u fuckin dead at tha 1st word of rejection/
I'll kill u by "Death Of A Thouand Cuts"/
By tha yime im done on tha floor will B ur guts/
i got tha FBI outside my house on servalence/
Plant a car bomb (BOOM) then there nuttin but radio silence/
(Agent Smith, Agent Smith report back....Is everything Okay?)
fuck naw everything aint O.K., his guts are splattered all over tha place, tha streets where he lay/
That mutha fuckas dead
Thats right deads what I said/
i aint spend no time in jail/
4 some reason their investigation started 2 fail/
Hook
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
---Outlaw---
We rule tha country from east 2 west/
dont fuck wit us cuz we tha mutha fuckin best/
We blast on all tha rest/
---Tha Don---
yo we on top like tha NFL/
but u, u just fail like tha XFL/
We tha mutha fuckin world champions/
U just a rookie ur teams a expansion/
In this rap game u dont have our passion/
------Outlaw
fuck wit us and u might just vanish/
take ur hoe and have her speakin spainish/
payin off all tha politicians/
Blastin on all those mutha fuckin rich republicans/
Yo on u i just droped acid/
ima drowned u in lake placid/
this is ur warnin, its time 2 hop 4 a cascet/
-----Tha Don----
Im tired of being pulled over every day/
Im tired of being quoted 4 everything that I say/
yo mutha fucka I aint here 2 play/
just remember we're here 2 stay/
---Both---
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
HOOK FADING
------Tha Don------
We just tha most wanted ppl on earth/
we'll bury u in dirt/
-----Da Outlaw-----
Tha Don/
He'll spill ur remains in a pond/
-----Tha Don------
Da Outlaw/
Kill u wit 1 hit from claw/
------Both-------
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
We just tha most wanted, wanted, wanted/
Westside_Outlaw:
LIFES A BITCH Sniper f/ Westside Outlaw
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[Sniper]
I pick up on tha flakk and lay you bakk into tha furnace
Cos if hiphop is all blakk, then all me spittin would be worthless
Like tha euro to tha pound; I'm bustin rounds wivout a reason
But to leave you in a mound, dead on tha ground rottin wiv fleas on
Hella hatred comes in season, but I don't wan' turn to dat road
Jail followed by hell jus like dat muvafukka and his gat showed
Dudes get jacked loads, but a fat load of these jackin's get unoticed
Cos as soon as some rich fukka starts reportin theres a protest
And its gets grotesque, but fukkit, urban life ain't no freeride
Ain't gotta be a fat rich fukk like gay Suge Knite jus to survive
Hell yeah shit happens, you get pissed out of your mind and suicidal
But it passes by like dat, til you recover in a revival
>>Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
[Sniper]
Aiyo whutup~~~~
Uh huh, yeah life sucks, its been said by every single person
How ever stong you are inside, it gets you screamin shit and cursin
Like a mochpit wiv Fred Durst in ~>GaY<~Need a place to burst in
And spray an AK, like you knew you was tha first in
And I'm brimmin wiv energy, so much dat hell, I'm burstin
And I got a big gat, ready ta lay yall flat on your back
Dis ain't no prophecy, this shit is reality
I rhymin for tha realest while you spit popular falacies
My shit don't come from tha heart, it comes from tha heroin needle
Dipped in rage to shoot up, just cos I hate you people
When I'm let loose, I let loose a hate wave hot as hell
On anyone who battles me, so brutha, ring tha death bell
Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
Yeah~dat was tha hook, now heres tha third verse
Tha muthafukkin Outlaw here to put you in tha hurst
[Outlaw]
u no u lost already/
Didnt even have 2 pull out my machety/
didnt think id come at u like this/
u cryin while u readin this diss/
Ignorance is bliss?/
Well fuck that/
All ur rhymes R bit/
u cant rhyme 4 shit/
u still a infant ur mouths stil on ur mamas tit/
Im on electroshock/
up agaist ur head rest my glock/
im danderous just like 2PAC Shakur/
now ur body just hit tha floor/
dont worry cuz ur soul dont rest in ur body no more/
All i did wuz blast on u wit a uzi/
ur girls screamin like she in a horror movie/
tha doctors have stamped me insane/
but i got lose and ima make u feel all my pain/
Broke a mirror over ur head and got 7 years bad luck/
Bitch i told u, u betta duck/
shit must've been true cuz my dick fell off and now i cant fuck/
Im a demonsrator/
U just a fuckin hater/
u gots urself confused wit me/
u thinken u a str8 up G/
>>Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
[Outlaw]
Im on this track wit SlimmJim tha $niper/
U so scared that when u seen us comin u shit in ur diper/
Ima show u Y they call me tha Outlaw/
Continue 2 talk shit I'll rip off ur fuckin bottom jaw/
U cant speak or tell any1 what u saw/
While Im killin u Im screamin THUG LIFE/
cut out ur heart wit a 2 inch pocket knife/
Now they got me in this strait jacket/
U think u safe and I cant get out, u wanna bet/
[Sniper]
Ah Shit Hes Loose!/
[Outlaw]
Come up behind u with a needle and give u a letal dose/
Im a dangerous mutha fucka wit a platinum gat/
shot u in tha balls and watched u fall down flat/
yo u wonderin Y u aint make a dime/
becuz mutha fucka u cant rhyme/
I stepped in city hall and started sprayin/
Negotiator outside but I dont give a fuck what he sayin/
SWAT got they guns aimed at my head/
didnt no I had a bomb, they pulled tha trigga and now everyones dead/
[Sniper]
Yo, Outlaws in tha front line backed up by me
A muthafukkin Sniper scopin' you out from a tree
10 ounces of chronic replaced wiv rage inside of me
A rush of pills, 3 shrooms and a loaded gat beside of me
Swingin my fist in all direction, hope I hit someone
I'm high out of my head, and half dead when I spit dis one
I'm angry for no reason, but I don't give a fuck
And when I'm in your nieghbourhood this pissed, you'd better duck
Cos I down my 5th 8 bottle in an hour, and now I'm crazy
With my brain floatin above my head and droolin like I got rabiese
Ill for me is past tha rhymin skill, I'm ill literally
My toungue down bitches throats, while I stimulate clitorally
Didn't yall know I'm a muthafukkin psychopath?
I rolled out of town, and left behind a livin' bloodbath
>>Hook[Sniper]
Lifes a bitch, thats why I don't give a damn
About nuthin at all, except who I am
And my dawgs, they got my back, but theres still flakk
Fly'n around but I blast dem faggots dead, round afta round
~~~~Hell yeah. Sniper. Outlaw. 2 thousand and muthafukkin 2.
Now ain't life a bitch? Aiyo, we out.~~~~
This is a rap me and Sniper did 2gether at tha Dre forum
Tecknine:
Oh I seen u at the Dre forum...They have these big topics with 100 replys full of wack rhymes
simplicate:
Some really OLD shit.
i'm clever from the start of the day till the end of the day
if i was here to take a survey of all the dismay everyone has today
i would portray an image close to a troublesome adolescent who's in ballet
everyday i pick a fight with you just to display the hatred i have in this month of may
bitch i'm eating you out like you was a buffet and creating an attitude worse then n.w.a.
let's be honest i could make anything rhyme at any given time
my only goal is to live a life of crime...and of course create as much tragedy as columbine
i'm irate...my fuckin mom just used my name as an estate
it's pissing me off i can't even debate the issue of whether or not sara's my soul mate
controversy is what i create, i carry my weight like i was a sick trait
put on this earth for the soul purpose to translate hate
worse then that i desecrate everything in my state use it as bait just so i can higher the fatality rate
now don't read too much into this song, before long i might learn my right from wrong
i paint pictures sicker then the image of missy elliot wearing a thong
to be honest i'm bored as fuck and right now i'm as bright as lighting cuz i just got "struck"
why the fuck would i have to push my luck?
let me ask you something...at the end of the day do you really think i give a fuck
Chorus
this is what happens when the usa is forced into a depression of dismay
a day sick enough for the devil to show mercy on judgement day
when kids of america are forced to fight for independence they couldn't give a fuck for
a day sick enough for you to ignore the common fight among men commonly referred to as war
but what else is there to say other then crime pays and the biggest disgrace ever is the usa
at the end of the day...
yo yo...my rhyming style is closely knit and has as much flavor as a banana split
bitch quit throwing a fit, jump off my dick and don't ever rhyme again till you can spit something legit
when you fuck with me you need more then a first aid kit
i thought you had the whit to at least quit
didn't listen when i told him to split, so i had to commit to get his attention with this spit
he walked out like he was a wannabe of me and still had the nerve to call himself an emcee
so let me see, if i was in tennessee i could blow him to debris out in the open for everyone to see
but fuck it if i do that i'll prolly be hung lifeless from a tree
murdered in cold blood and deceived to every degree
don't get me mistaken i'm not here to hear your plea
i'm here to break every bone in your knee and hopefully get myself on tv
the world ain't ready for me...i'm the bruce lee of all emcees
never was good at spelling bees...so it's no wonder i can't read half the shit i wrote for my new cd
don't worry i won't be singing at your graduation like vitamin c
who knows where i'll be, my best guess is somewhere pissing on a dead man's grave
listen to the sound of all the emotion i gave
listen to the screams of all the bitches i raped at the last rave
let's be honest when it comes to your rhyme i simply put it to shame.
but when it's all said and done at the end of the day...who really could give a fuck?
Chorus
this is what happens when the usa is forced into a depression of dismay
a day sick enough for the devil to show mercy on judgement day
when kids of america are forced to fight for independence they couldn't give a fuck for
a day sick enough for you to ignore the common fight among men commonly referred to as war
but what else is there to say other then crime pays and the biggest disgrace ever is the usa
at the end of the day...
there's a few things i still need to say today
lately i've been stuck on one-syllable words and a simplistic rhyming style
just because i like to wait awhile before i decide to get hostile
it's more then obvious i'm the most versatile rapper who never smiles
sick enough to chop my legs off and run a mile
ill enough to convict myself at my own murder trial
so keep pushing the dial, someday you might prove to be worthwhile
but if you don't i'll be coming for you as if you was a marked man
i'm my own stan, what's the point of killing you when you was dead before i even began
i'm dropping a bomb in your country like the us did to japan
then taking the time to rape joanne, suzanne, and diane
you whack emcees can't see me so quit trying to be me
i'm ill enough to set myself aflame just to feel a burn to the third degree
i'll come at you from so many angles you'd think you was in geometry
weather you agree or disagree with me, at the end of the day i decided to just go shoot up jubilee
*Gun Shots*
simplicate:
Just a long verse I did in some battle......
Now I would never stick my nose in business that's no concern of mine
But I'm gonna say some shit in this rhyme just this one time
Mack 11 six feet in the ground is your destination and location
Gay porn is this fags fascination, this wannabe MC is full of desperation
My rhymes have the power to lift you off your feet like levitation
You'll need more than determination to outwit my imagination
Destroying inconsequential pathetic MC'S is my occupation
Mack 11 wonder why we'd offer a compensation, Explanation?
Even entering this battle you were facin discrimination and annihilation
I think you betta find the realization of how shitty your rhymes be
When you fuck with me you'll be burned to the third degree
Set aflame like a volcano, you ain't nothin but a wannabe emcee
Yeah you're being torn to shreds...I told you it was a guarantee
My nerves ache, your dead wrong me fuckin you up is not a mistake
Awake, my battle punches are poisonous like the venom from a snake
Mack 11 I forsake, my multis come off as thunderous as an earthquake
This fag's father is his soul mate, don't even tempt me to recriminate
Pain is all I create, in your coffin you soon will await no need to debate
Word of advice quit cuz like a stuck up bitch you're not feelin it
God fag you just can't take a hint, please learn to spit something legit
No whit's? your rhyme style is a stable as a stock that's about to split
Bit by bit I spit shit sick enough to make you recommit to through a fit
Ha this weak netcee couldn't spit a legit spit if his life depended on it
Mista G ain't nothin but a broke coke sniffin thug wannabe
You fuckin geek let a real MC speak, you're just a weak freak
That's gonna add to my winning streak, i know you're low on physique
I mean your rhymes are so old they could be classified as antique
You betta back off and give me breathing space, all you are is a disgrace
No need for me to give chase, this kid has shity rhymes just like mase
Embrace? just remember you can be easily replaced and erased
Mista G the hoe I thought you would know that you're below low
Battling me is like climbin a plateau in armor covered from head to toe
Please my vocab is paramount compared to you, don't you get the clue
He's just mad cuz his daily whippin is overdue, you want me to construe
You might as well be a jew, fag don't even ask me to give you a review
All the bullshit you said sounded like the bible cuz it's simply untrue
Fake mc's I see through you betta put "fag 4 life" for your next tattoo
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