Immortal, check it

[M Dogg™]

You like bitten shit. Well this ain't exactly bitten 'cause I told you, but this is a little something thanks to ohhla.com

{*gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground*}
These bitches is still fuckin talkin?
You bitches still breathin?  Fuckin roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches

(All day, everyday)
It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it bitch!  Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
M Dogg, solo shit - bring it!

Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} the Lost M Dogg
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
Bitches get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes like Logic freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I know I'm tougher and grimmy, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Elite homies down to die for me,
Knahmean?
I hit the scene, bitches duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, your fuckin nightmare
Get me high, I'm like the sun rise, Immortal falls
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Own to big Pits, call 'em my Sccit Style bitch eataz
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Elite runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these bitch but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Sccit Style Killa, Roccy die too
But this is still for Logic bitch when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many homies down to die for me?  Yeahh-yeayy!
Elite muthaphukkan ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!

[Kill]

Go there for more "inspiration":

http://ohhla.com/anonymous/tupac/rm_bside/hitemup.2pc.txt

http://ohhla.com/anonymous/tupac/don_kill/against.2pc.txt

[M Dogg™]

LOL... every now and then I make a post like this when I feel so heated about someone. Once I did Real Muthaphukkin' G'z to So Much Style, and Callin' Out Names to Now_I_Know. LOL, Mack did Ether to someone, and if you warn people, they usually don't hate. The first time I made that mistake with Eazy, I thought people just knew, and they didn't get it at first, oh well... I feel "Inspired" again...LOL... 'Cause I'm Against All Odds...


One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute

     I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
     This be the realest shit I ever wrote
     Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
     To the truest shit I ever spoke

Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little bitch named Logic thinks he live like me
Talkin bout he a vet Hall of Famer like me
You living fantasies, hoe I reject your deposit
We shook Doggy's punk ass, now we out of the closet
Sccit Style wonder why peoples blowed you out
Next time we battle, my sister best not come out your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done took out too many real rappers to let these bitch faggots beat me
Roccy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said on my sister, remember I'm a thug
You can tell this people around whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Payback, I knew you bitch assess from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance (look at Now_I_Know)
It's all over now, take it like a man
Bitches crying on Hall of Fame, flabby and sick
Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Lovin how I got you bitches crazy

     Against all odds
     Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
     This be the realest shit I ever wrote
     Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
     To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds
     Hopin my true motherfuckers know
     This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Logic gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
he did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride em for that
And that hoe that was against me, listion RELs to what's said
Switch sides, I'll still have your ass dead
Probably be banned for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly, like It Was Written
Hey REL, your whole damn style is ghostwritten
You used Sccit melody, he wrote on old capers
Don't believe me, he said he ghostwrite on paper
Now you wanna in my life, so what's the answer Dogg?
Bitches that don't rhyme right, you try to rhyme on movies
Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die, GOODBYE
Let the real live peoples hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me bitch

     Against all odds
     I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
     This be the realest shit I ever wrote
     Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
     To the truest shit I ever spoke
     *repeat*

Against all odds
(Twenty-one gun salute)
One love to my true Elite people(Elite homie... Elite)
Twenty-one gun salute to my peoples that die in the line of duty
Representin to the fullest bein soldiers with military minds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my homies, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch made hoes, I'm comin for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is,
You touch me I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Hell no I ain't forgot bitch
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my crew behind me
Aight, I got my crew right here, now I want war