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M Dogg™:
Who's the gangsta of this shit
Who's the one that makes you cry for these hits
Who's the one fucks your bitch
then slaps her and say fuck it
Peep game
The champ is back
Taking your shit and calling it wack
But if it's awful, I'll cut you some slack
I'll just wait for you to die over from those horrible hacks
But don't trip
I have favorites on this board
RC, You've been holding shit down like a landlord
The only muthaphukka that can get the crowd to roar
Well with the exception of me when I've done before
Shit
What about the So Much Style
Well kid, your too quick to me, have you been hating for a while
but I'll let that shit slide
'Cause everyone deserves another chance in life
As for bdogg, your cool
And I ain't got no problems with the Irish Thug too
And to be honest, I ain't got no beef with the Rhymes Dropping fool

Like Rakim, I ain't no joke
I just watch you snort coke
Them laugh at the way you choke
Can't believe your additiced to dope
Muthaphukka put on your coat
'Cause we about to go on a dangeruos ride
I ain't Deion, but I play in prime time
Dunking on you, like Jordan on NBA Live
How can you diss me, when you ain't even dropped a rhyme
I'll go right through, like the riots did to 1time
So please, just just drop a line
Muthaphukka, I'll go gangsta like the year was 1995
Or say a speech like the Martin of 1965
"cause I drop shit tight like a glove
My style is so creative, Peoples better show me love
I switch shit so weird, it's like Puffy throwing a dub
Or Daz Dillinger showing that N.Y. love
And to quote Rakim, I hold the microphone like a grudge
This old school shit gots you getting up
So stop playing
And complaining
'Cause when I drop shit, you gets hyped
It makes you, want to fight
And bob your heads, saying my shits tight
'Cause lyrically no one can play me
Or even fade me
The Rhyme Dropper tried but he couldn't read
The shit that says I run the industry
And now that I got shit correct
I ready to tear up the set
I force you to watch kids say "are we there yet?"

Little Wizard comes to the I.E.
Kills three Rialto kids so the world can see
El Monte Flores is the shit he claim
I've did dirt in El Monte, Flores don't mean a thang
Now how can I say shit like that
Well 'cause El Monte ain't nothing but wetbacks
And Flores got broken up by the cops
So fuck what you claim in the I.E. spot
Killing high school students don't prove a thang
On was 15, then you spray painted the I.E. name
This goes to that fact buster
If you touch another one of my sister friends, I'll beat your ass muthaphukka
And to those who don't know what I'm talking about
This is real gansta shit, not some shit I made up in the house
Remember, Rialto, California is the city I claim
And I represnt like it ain't no thang
And word on the street is I fell off
Well back in the day, word said I took a lose
Then word said I was a bitch
Then word had to say I was the shit
So why is word holding me down
When I get back it'll be the same old town
And I'll always be thug
I guess 'cause I'm in college, I get no love
Fuck that this is some gangsta shit
The type of shit you can't fuck with
And the type of shit I bring
I was born a cholo, not no fake thing
So step up if you want to get hurt
I'm the one who puts in work
And to those who love this gangsta shit
Respond to this, or give me a hit
Peace

M Dogg™:
Just in case you forgot if I have skillz or not. And to be honest, I fell like I'm heating up again in terms of rhymes.

ITW [the irish boy]:
Whassup mdogg, lets see what i can spit on sunday morning...well afternoon now....

All you niggas claiming ghetto loyalties/
but im blazing through this life/
looking for royalties/
I'm the faker destroyer who soils fake geez/
have them gleaming my glock while their bitch sucks my cock/
I aint ghetto not even white trash/
Im lower middle class with a pain in my ass/
looking how to smash this class barrier/
pops points out a rich kid and says marry her/
i say no, ill hustle this life and carry her/
i know ill live in the caribbean/
outlawed like a libiyan/
but happy coz of the bitch on my dick called viviane/
will he be disappointed coz im fibbin' him?/
he'll be happy i made a living/
sibhing out the wannabes but im generous, always giving/
give and you'll get, thats how i get pussys wet/
an international thug whos the ultimate jet set/

Yeah niggas...whats up...ya'll know i aint black, but dont judge me on being middle class, its hella different over here. I get up every muthafuckin morning and put my work in, to get the ice the threads, and most of all, the bread. To RC, thanks for the props, i dunno if they're deserved but its good to get some anyway. Surprised u remembered my first rhyme! I was hoping ya'll would forget!!

I'm out, later geez and whassup to all the homies, u know who u are

IRISH THUG WANNABE

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
Oh so know, ya postin old shit from 20 years back/We all know you a wigga, so stop claimin ya black/I pack rhymes like a mac/That's shit you lack/Damn right I'm homophobic, and you's a fag/Fuck with me, find yourself in a duffle bag/Cover ya mouth with a rag/My favorites color red/Like the blood from ya head/Cuz when I spit these rhyme, ya automaticly dead/Pleezbaleev what I said/You aint shit/And next time ya spit/Don't say my name kid/Cuz you need a lil practice/I'm takin my crown back bitch/Oh wait, I never lost it/This rhymes getting me exausted/So go suck on a sausage/Cuz I holdin ya rhymes hostage!/

TheSheriff:
MDogg wins.

Anyway, he said he was Mexicain...Difference.

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