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Post by D-Dub on May 12, 2004 18:15:14 GMT -5
i dont wanna diss ya homie but i'm bored lol^^
i be the realist, can a feel-this,
make ya go head over heels-this,
need sometime to heel-from-this,
knowin ya prolly squeel-from-this//
change things up grab the mirco-phone,
me a phyco neva be at your home-a-lone,
like that ET i'll come and phone-ya-home,
on the caller ID its private or unknown,
phone number no shown, rip u to pieces like a cyclone,
step all across u like stepping stones, crazy in the zone,
i own u and ur furture i postpone, leave the dome-smoked,
best believe i dont-choke, name should have a O instead of an A cuz ur a joke,
fuck both of ya, ya both sniff coke, you and ur bitch-is-broke//
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Post by crazy on May 24, 2004 17:30:32 GMT -5
this died lol
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Post by Risen on May 27, 2004 15:08:58 GMT -5
So bring it back. Only thing 'mental' about your lyrics is your name I`ll split your dome with my lyrics and dive inside your brain Take a staple gun with me : Press a bullet to your brain You still feelin my leftovers that was originally for ya face   |
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Post by D-Dub on May 29, 2004 17:07:59 GMT -5
when i bust, you fuss, leave ya like dust,
thats a must, like i fuck, these damn cunts,
ur lyrics are rust, no need to discuss, shit disgust,
here comes the knife-thrust, while i fuck ur wifes-butt,
in front, in postions of circus stunts, feel that gust,
blow ya away like a blunt, feel ur lungs unjust,
infect ya like ear puss, its 4th down time to punt,
maybe i'm mental so dont fuck with both of us,
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Post by Dru-P on Jun 8, 2004 21:02:13 GMT -5
Ayo I'm known to smack a hoe and jack a foe, I got stacks of dough Girls do me like busta, give me some mo'./ Never losing lusta, you ain't fucking like that./ You cats like R. Kelly, eating that back./ Eating the crack, stay fucking wack./ While I'm hitting it like bladat./ Everythings messy, Dru-Ps my other half./ Sometimes he'll bless me./ Peep out my track, I'm even rhyming with Wezzy./ www.soundclick.com/drup ha ha |
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Post by Xplisit on Jul 11, 2004 13:27:04 GMT -5
its~xplisit, best believe it, my flow?-im wit it/
and i get money in my pockets when i drop it/
i dont gotta get all vicious, suspicious, of bitchez/
attemptin to take my green, naw what i mean?/
make dat an awful scene, make sure they clean/
got em jumpy like they were on caffiene/
no ugly bitchez, this aint no halloween/
be realisitc, n dont become a death statistic/
yall know my shit be artistic/
best believe it im out, just thought to drop some shit
now get some more muva fuckas up in this
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Post by J$crILLa on Jul 16, 2004 21:04:27 GMT -5
yeah he dropped it and now its time fo me to pick it up/
im a spit this stuff, and never think about givin it up/
im the realest in this bitch, no chance id ever switch/
fuckin wit me, u better off slittin both of ya fuckin wrist/
and no doubt i will fuck yo bitch and hoes she chill wit/
cuz im j-Scrill and when i see pussy im gonna fill it/
bitch know im gonna fuck her up if she dont give blows/
just a quik flow, wrote it faster then when u hit dro
WHAT!
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Post by LowKey on Aug 24, 2004 21:25:31 GMT -5
Split tha blunt and dump it, de-gut it, exchange tha brown for green cuz that’s how I love it /
Gotta stay blunted – lookin over my shoulder like im tha most wanted /
Mothafuckas mean muggin like thug life’s across my stomach – or im on tha cross in public /
Takin’ what you throw at me – runnin’ over your armies like E-Z Company /
Robbin bankz with shootoutz like Heat – picture artillery at matrix speedz –
What tha fuk’ you want from me? – duck to reload with extreme velocity /
Usin carz as cover – a lethal weapon like Mel Gibson and D. Glover /
Hollows still rippin’ as streetz get smothered – police carz ripped with Tipz like heat thru butter /
Its Lowkey Mothafucker......
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huey
ROOKIE
i can run it back like my nigga dante hall
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Post by huey on Apr 9, 2005 1:40:49 GMT -5
wha dis shit i hear but neva done all talk u all r
here da mic dere da beat rap bout something ya knowin
fuck gang bangin fuck drug slangin im a cook county nigga
till death seen both sides da fence good n bad i got demons
on both shoulders ill hit yaa split ya in ur dreams u wakin in a sweat ha
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Post by J$crILLa on Jun 20, 2005 0:19:03 GMT -5
no cluckas, no snitchez, no suckaz just bitchez who suck us/
muthafuckaz love us,, haterz try to buck us/
but that dont happen, we sittin back rappin
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Post by J$crILLa on Jun 24, 2012 2:31:30 GMT -5
2:30 in the morning, everyones snoring
the liquor still pouring, whores is out whore-ing
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Post by J$crILLa on Jun 8, 2013 2:15:40 GMT -5
yo what up, take a sip - take a puff/
what ever ya think is enough-/
to get ya to that higher level./
get fucked up- pass out- wake up n eat ya pebbles/
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Post by J$crILLa on Oct 25, 2019 0:17:14 GMT -5
mutha fucka still the shit, still givin this rap game a kiss, tell a bitch suck a dick, keep it OG gangsta, as step on the scene no pranksta, g'd up sippin a cold brew, fuck what anyone told you, i been in this game, never showin no shame, str8 up scrill dolla, tell them hoes to holla, bitchez get lost, me and my wife be the boss, them hoes get lost, get cash at any cost, j to the dolla sign, and everything i want is mine. victory what isnt me will never be, im my best i will ever be.
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