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Westside_Outlaw:
Drugs!
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Smokin so much Panama Red that u be dead.Things that people smoke. Dawgs just layin back cuz they druged out on dope. Ending up in the grave. Nobody cares cuz U died at a rave. poppin' the X smokin' da indope drinken henicide. now a bitch is all U need. Grab one by bitch by her hair she starts screamin'. "Shut the fuck up bitch before i has to commit murder, now get on ya knees and gets to suckin'." Its a strange thing that drugs can do. They can make you feel like Superman but when u come down its like U gots da flu. So tell me how do ya feel? "I feel like shit and need time to heal. When I gets better Im gonna make another drug deal." Brotha say what? U gonna die. Ya brain gots to be fried.
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Drugs! They seem like a lot of fun. Drugs! Some come from a cows dung. Drugs! They keep da Police patrolin'. Drugs! They make people get they guns and start holdin'. Drugs! let tha importers get rich. Drugs! Make tha users wind up in a ditch. But yo its just drugs bitch. Drugs! make you blast on a snitch. But yo its just drugs bitch.
Nickle, dime, quarter, ounce. Sizes of chronic in dat brotha on tha corners poutch. When u so high that u see shit that aint there. When u kill your family cuz you think they a pack of bears. Dawg u aint got no control of ya fears. You need to stop hittin tha brick. Yo ya mind is playin a trick. You just got no control. Now ya breakin parol. And ya sold ya soul? For some crack and a 20 dolla sack. When you die you aint ever comin back.
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Look at ya bouncing off tha walls like a scitsofrenic. You addicted and ya look pathetic. Look at cha life. Is that any way to live just look at cha wife. She cryin cuz you stabbed her in tha back wit a dull knife. Liven in a box now runnin from the police now, no money to get high now. And you screamin "HOW?" Cuz you got high thats how.
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Westside_Outlaw:
Real Gangsta
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One Day I went up in a liquor Store went str8 4 the money drawer. grabed some Jim Bean and some pepermint snops. thats when tha cops came and started firin shots. Tried 2 go out tha back door. They had it covered. So i grabed tha store clerk. She started screamin drivin me bizark. Put my gun 2 her head then she fell on tha floor dead. lit tha mutha fucka up and got tha fuck up outta there. 30 seconds latter the store went (BOOM) U damn right i blow up that store. "But Why" Cuz Im a real mutha fuckin gangsta thats why.
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When i come around better show repect. So if u see me on ur block run up inside ur house and keep them doors locked. I run this city. U cant beat me. When u gonna realize that step in my shit again ill beat over tha head wit a bat. if u start talkin fables ill throw u through a glass table. Just keep rollin shorty while i drink this 40. Just get off my block before i has to pull my gloc.
After i left yha store looked in my pocket only had 100 dollars. But that aint enough to pat my bills and all bigger ballers. So i had 2 plan a new hit. I dont know how im gonna pay off all this shit. lit up my last chronic joint. tried to think of a point. Decided 2 hit up a bank. Slipped tha letter 2 tha teller his name wuz Ash. Tha letter read "Open tha register and gimme all tha cash." Thats when i heard a loud crash. I about fell right on my ass. It wuz tha cops he hit tha security alarm. Raised my gun I said " I hope u gots a lucky charm." Grabed that fucka by his hair Sat him up in a chair. Tried 2 use him as bait but i wuz 2 late. Tha swat team started bustin in. Must have been 70 or 80 of em. Shot them all dead in tha head.(BAM, BAM, BAM) then another 70 came in wantin 2 put me in my death bed. They wuz like roaches. They gots me surrounded. A horn sounded. Just tha distraction i needed. Shot out a window and jumped out. Barelly escaped. Had 2 hijack a truck.
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Got out with nothin. Now Im 2 much 2 handle im outta touch. Had 2 ditch tha truck then i stole a car and rode back 2 my hood. Saw my girl on tha corner. I realized she wuz a prostitute. Got my gloc cocked ready and shot her twice in tha heady. Ditched tha car and lit it on fire. Walked back 2 my crib and tried 2 lay low. Heard tha landlord walkin through tha hall he screamed "Im gonna evict ur ass if u dont show tha doe. He knocked on my door but i didnt replie. I just sat back and started 2 get high. When i wuz fucked up enough i opened tha door with my gun in my right and money in my left.Then i shot him in tha chest. He should have worn a mutha fuckin bullet proof vest. Turned on tha news and saw my face on tha TV screen. Heard tha police in tha distance. Stared feelin funny tha floor felt unbalanced. Shouldnt have smoked all that dope and snorted all that coke. Broke out a window to climb dowm but tha 5-0s were already there. I shouted out tha window youll never take me alive because im a real gangsta. (BAM , BAM , BAM, BAM, BAM)
We have taken down the suspect I repeat we have taken out the suspect. Jod well done.)
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Westside_Outlaw:
ICP (Iritating Cucasion People)
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Hey yo ICP this rap is dedicated 2 u. Mutha fuckas.
Saggy 2 Dope and Violent J. Na I know ya names. Faggy 2 Smoke and Silent J. Whats up with tha make up u look like a fuckin fag. Tha rainbow probly on ur flag. Look at u down on ur knees 4 Ken Keniff. We all know that u guys must have takin a crack line sniff. J u mutha fuckin bitch. Dont try 2 diss me back unless u wanna die in a ditch. Shaggy ur rhymes r wacker than Shaquille O'Neil. I'll whip ur ass like Evander "Real Deal" Holyfeild.
HOOK
Insane Clown Posse I think u mean Iritating Cucasion People. Keep trien 2 rap I stab u in tha eye with a infected needle. Hope u gots tha message. 2 late 2 pay me homage. 2 my ear drumbs u already did tha damage. Damage that cant b fixed. Constant ringin in my ears 4 that all ur bloods gonna b mixed. Wont make no distinction. Not until all u fucks r brought 2 extiction.
This aint no freestyle battle this is world war 3. I'll blast on any member that come step 2 me. 5-Os comin 2 ur house sayin ur death looks like a suicide but me and u both know it wuz a homicide.---(BANG, BANG, BANG) No remorse cuz im tha mutha fuckin murderer. "U aint dead yet wake tha fuck up mutha fucka. u lookin paranoid. Betta watch out cuz im pissed and on tha steroid.
HOOK
Cant even write ur own shit gotta sample. Watch out cuz my rhymes r ample. Heard Eminem talkin shit bout u. When u guyz wuz gonna fight u come down with tha flu. What tha fuck is that. Watch tha left side of ur face as I hit u with a bat.. My rhymes r phat. Their betta then urs but I still cant afford that 20 dollar sack. Yo I dare u mutha fucka 2 try 2 diss me back. if I pull a gun U can bet it wont be empty. If I blast on u U'll be down 4 all eternity.
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Westside_Outlaw:
Ready 4 War
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------Outlaw-----------
Let me introduce my dawg Suicidal 5-O/
dont mistake him 4 no real po-po/
his name is suicide/
dont read 2 much in2 it or he'll have 2 commit genocide/
--Suicidal 5-O----
Im off my rocker/
-----Outlaw-----
yo thats no shocker/
yo i look like tha white biggy but i rap like Pac/
betta realize that cuz ima bout 2 cock my glock/
And my dawg Suicide gots a fuckin A-K/
he shots at people all day/
even 4 some shit they didnt say./
but yo thats just his way/
----- Suicidal 5-O-----
Im a crazy mutha fucka/
Im a mutha fuckin chronic smoker/
Police alwayz outside my house on a stakeout/
Im insane I grab my hair scream and shout/
Im a real fuckin Italian/
mess wit me and my family will get ur blood spoutin/
u afraid 4 ur life/
2 save urself just give me ur wife/
if u dont ill stab u wit a 9 inche knife/
Me and my dawg Outlaw gots tha lyrical element/
ur rhyme aint hard it sweet like prpermint/
my church gots a restrainin order against me i aint allowed in tha house of tha lord no more/
All i did wuz rape a nun whats tha restrainin order 4/
Im on tha stand pleadin tha 5th/
2 cover up crimes i gots a fuckin gift/
----Outlaw-----
Contraversials what we representin/
underground label ppl keep hatin/
thinkin we aint ever had a battle B4/
we have on tha battle field u'll C our gore/
Get our mic and we ready 4 war/
----Suicidal 5-O----
tha 2nd label we on is What Tha Fuck/
Its bettere than urs, 2 get signed we aint have 2 dick suck/
we str8 from tha underground/
u str8 from tha playground/
u just playin wit that pop sound/
-----Suicidal 5-O----
Im a white boy crazier than Michel Myers/
we'll take out ur brain usin plyers/
----Outlaw-----
We tried 2 make a MIL while we wuz still in high school/
tha place where wit ur fist u learned 2 duel/
Seein all those rich mutha fuckas only built my fire like fuel./
they were eatin lobster while we were eatin guel/
----Suicidal 5-O-----
we 2 mutha fuckin warriors/
2 death we fuckin all tha hores/
do all tha crime behind closed doors/
of bitches in our bedrooms u hear tha roars/
on they face they gots tha look of XTC/
fucked 4 2 dayz and fulfilled every fantisy/
(U've been Warned)
Westside_Outlaw:
Keep It Real By Suicidal 5-O (Tha Don)
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Im insane, Im goin crazy/
My visions gettin blury everythings goin hazey/
Im high but I aint hit no bong/
I cant remember tha word 2 this fuckin song/
I'd fuck Britney Spears 2 death/
My minds playin tricks, Im losin my breath/
Im certifiable/
2 kill u Im capable/
Tha rhymes I spit aint no fable/
On myself I'll bet and put everything on tha table/
CREAM-Cash rules everything around me/
Learned that form my fuckin dawg Big-P/
Wish it didnt but everythings gotta fee/
When I sleep I dream about makin a G/
Im in tha court room waitin on tha verdict/
My own future Im unable 2 predict/
I dress in a mask evry day of tha year/
Lock ur doors cuz its me who u fear/
I need 2 get my mind in gear/
Tha screams of my victims I aint tryin 2 hear/
Im here 2 keep it real/
Cant believe I got a deal/
But ppl keep ridin me,angers what i feel/
Gonna start my own label called Mafia/
Im CEO Im more violent than Jimmy Hofa/
Im strong just like Superman/
2 make a mil me and my dawg Outlaw got tha plan/
Aint no one ever believe in us/
On tha road 2 fame Im ridin tha bus/
Ima B true, my shit aint ever B played on no pop station/
Men in white coats tryin 2 tranqulize me, they tryin 2 give me tha sedadation/
Y becuz Im white am I compared 2 Eminem/
Yeah he wuz a influence but Im just not him/
I remember writin my 1st rhyme/
Everythings special ur 1st time/
I remember makin my 1st dime/
I remember commitin my 1st crime/
In my waist band I gotta nine/
I wouldnt hesitate 2 put u on ur back, Id B fine/
My skill aint got no boundaries/
I'll blast on all u fuckin faries/
4 crimes against man Im guilty/
2 capture me tha police experiencing futility/
Whats my name?/
Whats my claim 2 fame?/
U wanna no my game?/
U wanna C me lower my head in shame?/
Well fuck that./
Let u no how i feel wit tha sound of my gat/
Ima exterminator im killin all u rats/
Im smokin a big ass blunt thats fat/
Coe from a broken home/
Canthelp no1 Im on my own/
As 4 my fatha/
Yo I aint even gonna botha/
Miss all my family up north/
Even if we never met I luv U and believe me it worth/
Let me get off this dark subject/
In school I wuz alwayz known as a reject/
So many ppl have witnessed my lyrical flow/
U cant beat me u just 2 slow/
C me rollin down tha street in my low, low/
Or is it a big ass truck/
-----------Outlaw-------------
What tha fuck?/
--------------Suiciadal 5-O--------
I dont roll like that/
Every1 screamin "Where Suicide At"/
If all u got in ur wallet is a dolla/
let me hear u holla/
(--------Nothing-------)
Come on yo tell tha truth/
Yo Just no I dont fuck around in tha booth/
i wrote this 4 my dawg Tha DOn aka Suicidal 5-O
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