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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: ZILLA THA GOODFELLA on October 06, 2004, 06:12:09 PM
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get up in here boys n girls, sit back and bust somethin
push them keys like george young n turn some heads cuzzin
zilla boyeee, im known to come from the heart, raised in concrete
known to get the crowd jumpin like it's morning at wall street
known to make raw beats...
n fly wave caps off heads wit blood drippin like raw meat
muthafucaz can't see me, they come short like spud web
blood shed.. all over the place like its 92 on my set
i must rep.. dont question and make me cause an upset
u juss get.. back from me n stop blowin my buzz cuzz
im hittin mary jane so hard, the bitch gone sue me for assault blood
in a bucket all day cruisin down my alleyways
thinkin back to them old cali days
shirt flaggin round my head wit dickies saggin as they may
gold teeth on display till i got jacked for em back in the eight tray
went back wit my fist up standin my ground
got choke slammed by 5 niggaz wit non of my people around
u win some, u lose some, i cock back and charge it to the game
a toast to the bay cuzz i got that feelin like sky balla and the game
good evening.......
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I bust somethin on tha bus and leave everyone bouncin,
Suspension uppin wit every cuss but fuck it who's countin,
I'm announcin my plan to climb higher up this mountain,
And take a piss on the world like a golden shower fountain,
The rap game got me twisted, own both red and blue doo,
But when the drama come through I throw on the black like Cube,
Cos its all an act when it comes to react I'm a newb,
But I will scrap wit no tact, you'll get attacked black and blue,
If you try to fight back then you'll get wacked by my boys,
Jack ya deal for real and leave ya feelin lost like Royce,
I ain't ever touched a weapon but man...thats my choice,
My kidaz got knives, bats and guns and they dam sure ain't toys,
I'll make some noise through the streets as I bash ya teeth,
Twist you up so bad you won't know what lies beneith,
So hot when I box I'll leave ya clothes wit crease,
Cease ya speech as I graveyard shift ya ass, deceased,
No priest can save you from this deadly notion,
Murder ya ass like Game did Yuk if u get at me fo promotion,
You better be hopin that I know ya jokin if ya takin a shot at pokin,
I don't like weed but if you suceed in you'll be the one thats rollin for a smokin!
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roll a fatty smokin n flippin... on the bay bridge from east oakland
in a c 2-20 white clean 18s spinnin... two 15s bumpin beast crawlin
dat means dip break then slow smooth ridin out the window leanin
we screamin.. throwin up the turf wit belts hangin n gold teeth gleamin
california dreamin.. north cali san fran siko
where niggaz drive by blastin on motorcycles
cyphers wit flows followin a viral design given cycle
my rhymes go deep and hypnotize ya mind in a twistin spiral
night shows inside homes while we cut coke n do corner recitals
hatred got us divided in every damm thread
and in the streets we never get ahead
i'm just here 2 make yur face red
jack shit without lead... in ya backyard pickin locks charred
take ya shit then detour out tha screen guard
it may seem harsh but watch buddenznasir part after i'm done pullin' his green card!
bitch nigga... u ain't hard !!!! U AINT BUILT FOR THIS BLOOD.
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I bust rhimes like nuts...killin' these hos //
Lyrics so sharp it's like they drillin' my foes //
I'm spittin' my soul, ain't shit about me fake //
I'm too great, if you hate I'll put ya death on tape //
Fed Ex the muthafucka to ya muthafuckin' family //
I gives a fuck! On the regular causin' a bunch of tragedies //
Actually...it ain't my fault y'all be steppin' to me //
I'm hella shiesty, but I will give you 3 from a Smith N Wesson for free //
Aight, switch up...
I'm finally here, stand up! Throw ya fuckin' hands up! //
I'm strapped cuzz! Blastin' at you, ya daughter, and grand son! //
Had enough? Too bad I want ya body wrapped up //
Pad full of bodybags and handcuffs, shit'll make the Undertaker back up //
I'm just tryna crack you up, tryna be funny //
Tryna take my money? I'ma leave ya shirt bloody //
Listen dummy...I'm comin' with a blade to slice ya tummy //
After that I'm cumin' in ya girl cuz she loves me //
Hos be hungry...got OE in my blood stream //
So sick I bust 3 slugs to touch me //
And finally...
If you goin' to the WestCoast...? //
Come prepared cuz i'll leave ya body corroded like asbestos //
I'm gonna fuck the best hos... //
No doubt, and if you fucks with me I'm gonna let my tech flow //
I got my Westcoast chain out... //
flows bang out, man i got chics givin' head blowin' brains out //
Still wanna hate now...? //
I'll find ya kid's playground, jump out, and fuckin' pop them thangs out //
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All I do is bust rhymes and bust nutts in the faces of these busty babes/
make these groupie bitches rush the stage/
Ya'll think you're hot but youre just garbage so you must be dazed/
I make these rap niggas loose their SHYNE like the puffy case/
Just ask me how I do it,.... there's a hundred ways/
Most ya'll dudes is soft so don't be shocked if your first son is gay/
This young brothas rhymes must be at the peak of it/
....but then again I say that every other week I spit/
So these fags is actin sissy/
and they're sad cause to add on to their problems man their bitches look like missy/
So they make a plot to spray my block up wit the semi/
Talkin how they gon pop me, ya'll be watch'n to much 50
cause aint nobody finna get me
cause when it comes to shots, I'm like Pac when he died...niggas miss me/ :o
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lol my punch lines are so hot it's gettin to the point where it makes me laugh. I f you aint feelin it you just need to here me spit it
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fuc yur punch lines, i puch u in the mouth son
ZILLA in the house muthafuca, servn U 1-5-1
admit it... I'm 'off the wall' like a Michael Jackson poster
sending fakes runnin home like samy sosa
like Stevie Wonder tossin' salads...
U can't see the shit you're facin
my shit is blazin
start mis-behavin and get glued on the pavement
im from that trench town.. and honestly.. it's a fuckin bitch
but i aint finna divorce it any time soon
well at least till i get rich
and then im out the hood like my big homie cg spoon
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i aint phycic, i just know whats inevitable
like that when u hear my rhymes you'll have no doubt theyre unforgettable
supremely intellectual, incredible, the oppostie of federal
im criminal - your minimal skills
got me realising i can be subliminal still - never pop no pills.
i stay strictly with herbs
the way i blur my words and flip verbs is just too ab-surd
got u baffled like a crossword...
i cant even spit straightforwardly no more
my flow seems drunker than a whore in the trunk of a ford
driven by her man who loved her before she cheated on him and left him sore
my multies are 2 drastic, u just cant hack it
rhyme so hot im meltin all fake thugs made of plastic
you manz are on a antic, merciless got u frantic
wit the way i release static
got u spastics on my fat dick,
makin sure u lick every last drip
of my cum, i spit this grim for fun, trust me son
beatin me cant be done
its unheard of like a gunshot in a school 4 the deaf and dumb
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fuc yur punch lines, i puch u in the mouth son
ZILLA in the house muthafuca, servn U 1-5-1
admit it... I'm 'off the wall' like a Michael Jackson poster
sending fakes runnin home like samy sosa
like Stevie Wonder tossin' salads...
U can't see the shit you're facin
my shit is blazin
start mis-behavin and get glued on the pavement
im from that trench town.. and honestly.. it's a fuckin bitch
but i aint finna divorce it any time soon
well at least till i get rich
and then im out the hood like my big homie cg spoon
you aint goin no where rodzilla you gon stay in the hood
cause you tryin to make it off rappin and you aint even good
want truth?
Merciless dropped it better than you
so i guess, since you're a bitch you should be pissed at him too
and you could punch me in the mouth but I'll be beatin you up
you talk 'bout stevie wonder
but even he could see that you suck
LOOK YALL its RODZILLa HES THE BEST ON THE BAY
but if thats true then god damn kid the rest must be gay
its a wrap ...lol....on the real though, hot flo merciless, that line about the cum and shit was kinda nasty though
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you aint goin no where rodzilla you gon stay in the hood
cause you tryin to make it off rappin and you aint even good
want truth?
Merciless dropped it better than you
so i guess, since you're a bitch you should be pissed at him too
and you could punch me in the mouth but I'll be beatin you up
you talk 'bout stevie wonder
but even he could see that you suck
LOOK YALL its RODZILLa HES THE BEST ON THE BAY
but if thats true then god damn kid the rest must be gay
its a wrap ...lol....on the real though, hot flo merciless, that line about the cum and shit was kinda nasty though
Lol. Good lookin out.
Hmm....
merciless keep the largest of arenas filled,
Fuck around and get assaulted like a slug bein killed
Most u pussies get high off.. extra strong mints
people respect me, call me guvnor like my name was paul ince
im gonna have 2 keep tellin clowns im ill til theyre on thier pension
coz they dont get the message like a mobile wit no reception
my crew come like gravity - cant nobody defy us
coz we keep u bouncin like u in a whip wit flat tyres
i get high like styles P, plus im the wildest M.C
forcin everyone who challenges 2 retire like jay-z
and i gota message for rappers gettin airtime on the radio
i dont care about how much you miss your ex-ho
ur style dont fit rap like levi jeans
so go ahead and sing a pop song for the armies of pre-teens
that buy ur records, keep your dough, but peep my prospectus
whilst u gettin money we makin hood-heads respect us
now what would you prefer coz if you say money, you fake
and you need to stop callin yourself a rapper for your own fuckin sake.
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i said bust somethin, stop frontin, get tha fuc up off my ding dong
fuc a skeetabugg, aint no thug.. nigga its on like donkey kong
u done got it wrong.. talk big but u aint down 4 nothin
i stay down like the light switch in a blind man's pad cuzzin
so down, i feel like i ain't neva goin up
maybe cuzz there's nowhere else 2 go
i done won every dub-c-c cup
step back and check yourself ya sissy boy
respect yourself before i slice them titties boy
u fuckin mark.. let it be known we got beef
roasted honey flavored wit steak sauce to go bitch
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quit bumpin ya gums at me
for I come slap off all your bumps and acne
You talk about some fuckin titles like you won 'em last week
My boy Sinister's the heavy weight he got it still
quit actin like you good at hip-hop boy you gotta chill
you need to pop a pill
you need to take a walk outside
Every night since you was 5 you've been up on this site
YOU NEED A FUCKIN LIFE
I hate to be the one to tell ya
but show ya men 'n them my flo, I bet THEY know whos betta
I bet they got enough sense to tell..
that if you sleepin on my skillz,
you sleepin on somethin real hard like a mattress at a motel
but fuck punchlines
I couldn't write enough lines
to tell ya'll what I think about this pussy who just whines about his tuff tymes
I aint even tryin no more and I'm still wreck'n on you...give it up...... CUZZIN
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u wreckin me? c'mon brother... dats like tyson takin on urkel
set up a real battle and watch me smoke u like that northern cali purple
don't even try 2 bring Sinister into this
if it was on 4 real, ask him who he'd be running with
it won't be you brother, trust me
we the elite of this muthafuca, u just a phony
and me needing a life is funny to me
catch me n my people at club rock performin this saturday b
this shit make me money homie
u just another wannabe MC
rollin outside ure house in a passenger seat
U here tryin 2 take MY name.. yet you claim that I fake fame
U best pray U don't die instantly when I actually do take aim
It's such a fun game fuckin wit U rookie ass juniors
I should've stopped a few lines earlier just to help you lose sooner
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I'm a start of with calling a yall bitches. What you wanna beef nigga?
Find me in the hood dippin on switches. Smokin and ryding yeah that's my motto.
Anyone got a problem with that? I'm a bust hollows. Yeah that's right I always
keep my buddy close and don't hesitate to use it and leave you frozen
within seconds I pop and I don't stop till I see some bodies drop.
My crew will eat you alive like canibals cuz their half man half animals. You'll get chopped up
if your lucky, otherwise eaten alive shit dogg you ain't gonna ride your gonna die.
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u wreckin me? c'mon brother... dats like tyson takin on urkel
set up a real battle and watch me smoke u like that northern cali purple
don't even try 2 bring Sinister into this
if it was on 4 real, ask him who he'd be running with
it won't be you brother, trust me
we the elite of this muthafuca, u just a phony
and me needing a life is funny to me
catch me n my people at club rock performin this saturday b
this shit make me money homie
u just another wannabe MC
i take aim
It's such a fun game fuckin wit U rookie ass juniors
I should've stopped a few lines earlier just to help you lose sooner
Dawg you pissin me off
I caint beleive you so stupid
See I don't put up wit this shit in St. Louis
So let me tell ya'll what truth is
fo' this rodzilla
whos thinkin hes godzilla
tries to make ya'll beleive he's some hot nigga
HES NOT NIGGAS
hes claimin he's some big shot who aint got time to sweat me
sayin I'm tryin to take his name
YOU WAS THE FIRST TO DISRESPECT ME
so bitch suck it up, yea I'm battalin you
not cause I want to
Youz the one that started babalin foo
wrap it up like a B.E.T. commercial
cause you aint makin no sense dawg
but maybe it's that northern cali purple
and actually you shoulda wrote more cause Im still confused
you do this for money, I do it for fun ...and still you loose
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Look boyz I'm tired of all yall yappin
niggaz you aint beefin I aint hearin gunz clappin.
Battlin me is like 50 to 1 it's like you showin up with a
knife while I'm showing up with a gun. It's useless so don't even try.
When I beat you I don't want to see a grown man cry. I'm loco your normal that's a fact,
when I'm riding through your hood 9/10 of my people is packed.
All yall fagots are afraid of being exposed, so learn from my style and take notes.
;D
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U don't hear guns clappin cuzz I neva aim my shit at a female
but bitches like u get pimp slapped down n neva prevail
stop side bustin cuzzin, wats sad is ure even weaker
u 2 flamin faggots wouldnt have 'clear flows' if yall was 'pool keepers'
demolish ya'll, fully loaded attack wit scriptures
could be Vincent Van Gogh and still wouldnt get tha 'picture'
lyrically grab necks, slice u apart, stab text
who want it wit daddy zilla muthafuca... cmon down ure next
break ya ribs n get in ya scrawny ass chest
fuc a st. lunatic... this is the west
we on some real shit, want a taste? be my guest (no homo)
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well flores I took notes and came up with the conclusion you suck
9/10ths of ya crew is packed because you fuck up the but
you fudge packer
Thanks fa droppin I needed some good laughter
but dont get it twisted cause I'm playful wit flos I will blast ya
and rodzilla, you actor
quit dissin the lou
like that bitch on r. kellys video,
lyrically Im pissn on you
Im dissin you two
dissmissin all them writtins you spew
yall bitchin and hissin, just some kittens
think your dogs in your brain
Im like a pitbull loose in the street cause yo my flos off the chain
so both of ya'll keep talkin shit to me boi
and you gone end up wit a beast up on your back..
just like sigfreid and roy
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u lost dawg, it's over, you're over
u was never a somebody anyway
juss dust on my shoulder
it's off now, goodbye now
i'd ask u to hop off my nuts, but you'd ask how
u gay pal, my dick dwellin wit yur tongue some-how
but it didn't even enter the mouth, now dats foul
u say wow, ure ass ripped, u heated
insanity defeated but u cryin like a bitch was not needed
so read it, believe it, u lost homie, don't make me repeat it
i spit this wit gifts bitch, typing heavily weeded
u stood when i told u, but i ripped ya ass seated
take some vaseline ya bitch, cuzz u sure as hell need it