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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:46 pm
Iight Its A Fire Spitta
True Hitta
Eff Aroun Ya whole crew get hit up
let a clip lift ya soul
like ya whole shoe lift up
ill take roof off
so now u a coupe dog
but u ain't no porsche
so i roast without remorse
and yall ain't on my level
so go and get cheat codes
while u wet ya sheets hoe
yes i know im ill
but no medicine
my click put slugs down ya throat
like u eatin tic-tacs
and i put dots on ya back
like chicken pocks
ya chickens dogs dat it
im da illest in here so where da docta at bish
now if u can rap reply but if not please please don't get urself roasted im lookinout 4 u
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 2:52 pm
Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout me and if i got what it take
Dmitri, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Kodene, he walk around like he swear he the s**t
You right on both counts, b***h niggas is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Canada and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck
Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here
For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia...
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:51 pm
Tru Illy Reply or 4eva Hold ur Peace
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2010 11:16 am
New Flow Spitin Like Llamas
hands in face like kimbo
except we don't get taken down by no male bimbo
i bend ya girl over like limbo
flip ya asz lik judo
make u hang like a money
while i smoke trees
no gay ish but got swagg
macjager
use my brain like mcgyver
eff around i bees in ya head
lyin iz not an option
cliq bang like uhh....me
and we coordinate like the army
eff around explosive rounds spray
like a tommy
hit u up like an airstrike
or a bomb airplane jackin
efff u up like 9-11von
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 4:46 pm
Im new at this guild but every ***** here better have tissues because u all of issues now ill start the rap.
Double A batteries, more like assault and battery,
I'm red hot like chili peppers and you couldn't battle a flea,
let alone me, or maybe one of my disciples,
my style is tribal kid, your's is juvenile,
I stay wild sucka, stay sick with the flow,
the only thing you sick at, is sickin the ho's,
and by that, I mean an std,
your probally one of them cats that says i love you when your on XTC,
Your weak kid, take the weight, yo I'll f'n spot it,
Oh sh1t kid, now you f'n dropped it,
cause you can't take the weight that I be pushin,
metaphor, for the weight that I be pushin,
on the block, cause my not's, like a safety cushion,
my money talks, your's kid, it's just shooshing!
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