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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:13 pm
1. I thought You Knew Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAmA5myBE28fear the old king. clear the smoke around the fear and loathing bet these niggas know me. you accept it then you owe me if only y'all could hear the old me he laughin that there's still no one before me b***h get off my balls; you aint just around to goal keep the loose cannon; hold me, clear me out and then reload me hold up.. *click clack* reloading she said "boy you the s**t" i said "you think that i don't know me?" Lordy! it's the r0guish rebel. coolest ***** in this hell hole get bent like an elbow then start wavin that heavy metal at the crowd. blowin loud; my kush sound like the treble smoke a pound of piff then i'm out this b***h hollin the opposite of "hello" pull the chrome on you cats; you startin to look yellow i got the drive to ball, *****; call me car-mello Anthony. my hands so freezed from the ice in the bezzle give you a standin ovation; clap and make you fall wit ya fellows hello!
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:56 pm
2. Brooklyn Feat. Dizzie Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0ZQyrlvMioVerse ******** around and took a jog and now i run New York it's mr. "pick a number, whores" with a zero or an underscore in the name. bangin slang and twang you hunger for what you need a bumper for when aint no one in front of yours? welcome to the lumber yard, ladies. purses to the left a real price saver way where they won't persecute for theft catch a hurter to ya cleft. flows just burst straight through ya chest then i reload wit these flows i purchased wit ya check when you paid me my respects. remember that? when i use to keep it so hot, niggas would ask "where December at?" dump shells like brenda's brat; turn you to a bullet dumpster call this s**t my thumper; sound like that energizer drummer silly rabbits, trynna pull tricks got the wrong number; i am not the one step outside wit a lot of guns that think breathin is a lot of fun give em some fresh air. they hit you right, i leave you left there stretched there. waitin for that white chalk to sketch there i write(right) til aint nothin left there in my mental dome trynna be a millionaire wit one lifeline and a friend to phone tell em send some mo of that dope s**t the streets be askin bout from the aston lots to the boogydown to fraggal rock i had a lot of fan bases covered. i mean, damn, face it brotha i son em then i make his brother beat him while his face is smothered this one was made for lovers and friendly fire on the battle field gettin paid wit crime; New York state of mind. ask him how it feels Verse 2 (Dizzied) damn im on my slam a bone rush a home ******** around and split a dome, make her moan bust her till her p***y stiff like silicone, twenty on my pump 6, extra for a black and mild, smoke it while im pumping gas, muggin like i wanna die, nah i don't, at least wait till after yall kick the can, swallow clips like sluts with dicks when that fifth hits ya man, it's dizzy kid, i be like spin em out and wipe me down, wait till i burn you on a track, wait wait, k, bite me now, pound for pound illest ringer ill have em seeing stars, i'm, a beam em out that code like im ringin em up for bar signs, yall feline, and honestly ya lives is what you never spit, so get up off that devil s**t or subject to my predicates, busted, chopped and a** kilt, all of that in past tense, <******** around and hit a marching ***** into a backbend, jottin out some jabbin s**t, costa tzu yo zabbin a**, i beedrillin'dark caves, so u know i had to flash it fast yo girl likes to embezzle d**k, im 99..."never b***h", all yall styles is piss to me, oh my bad, lesser s**t, slaughter clik, gettin through my door will get yo melon split, and serve u with an apple when that hammer leaves u roasted s**t, now notice, all them bars was all describing the type of s**t i be on.....:B taariq what is these niggas REALLY saying?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:08 pm
3. 9-1-1 (Sympathy Feat. Dizzied and Kitt) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUCtkJ2L0goVerse 1 and he wasn't never told it'd end up like this he had a lust for life so much so, the hoe left him lifeless 5,6 niggas in a Chrysler ready to cause a crisis couldn't see em out the side of his eyes. his iris was more focused on the ave. a little coke and somethin bad whipped into a slab, bricked, cracked and stashed in a duffle bag hidden behind a bunch of trash. the work, in a ruffles bag hidden in his uncles pants he wore that night after he left his uncles pad he got the hustle from his dad. just a chip off the old block pops even taught him how to trip and change the clip out his old glock all honestness, had the smarts to be an archaeologist. instead he sold rocks got a hold of a pot, baking soda, coke and a whole lot thanks to old pops no thanks to mama or the baby mama that been down for crazy summers she the one who made this drama; the reason that they staged the drama she gave word to her big brother and some up and comers that her baby daddy just copped a crazy caddy off blow like haze in saunas they thinkin to theyselves "come up", but she aint mean no harm by it but they brought arms. young's pop got up in arms like "you aint touchin my kid" old heads seen the drop comin, so they could break it down like a science had a couple gunners on the corner behind the fire hydrant other behind a mailbox. some of vets who got shell shocked durin Nam or another hell blocked war in which they hailed shots that's when he got a call from young like "i got mail, pops" young was on the other side of town where haters frowned upon his mail drops old head held his head hot against a brick wall after this call cause he knew the shooters was in another court; he dropped his ball and he wasn't never told it's end up like this he had a lust for life so much so, the hoe left him lifeless 5,6 niggas in a Chrysler ready to cause a crisis couldn't see em out the side of his eyes. blinded... Verse 2 (Dizzied) to add on, when his mama had heard about it of course she folded like a lawnchair, his brothers, cousins, sisters, mother and his homies was all there, the funeral, black and silver colors with winter florals, cousin Lee 'nem out from memphis who just showed up to get some oral, but baby brother and his clik was already on crunch time, thinking of where to find that dumb b***h while in punch line, had a couple that he grew up with, the other ones he had done time, and they was bout to scheme so they huddled up at the front like...(music stops) *noise in the background.crying...* homie1-ayo sorry bout the fam, my condolences, so how we hitin em back young'n-i don't know *****. find where the b***h is at first. homie2-that b***h Lya that i used to ******** with is always with her a**. young'n-get her first, we'll decide what to do next from what she tell us. homie1-what make you think we can find the b***h, or if she even finna talk young'n-let me handle it. homie's-aight. (beat hops back on) so later on, they facebook'd her, the audacity of this b***h, saying r.i.p to a ***** when she know that she had him killed, but young'n wasn't worried he just licked a brick off like colgate, flipped the s**t into some hammers and masked up like probates, oh wait, he sent one of his ho's in to pull the b***h out, she came outside and saw the ***** and looked at him, like 'is yo d**k out'?. course it aint, but he aint even speak he just grabbed her, slapped her, with this ring hand, and then threw her into the back where, the homies had showed up and started asking the b***h questions, and she aint say s**t till one of the niggas had pulled out a heavy weapon, *beat stops, gun click* pow, right in the knee cap, the gun shots got niggas lookin, "muh ******** is you insane?" that's all they heard while the b***h leg started gushin, now it's time to be bookin, peelin' out like a bad tan, while baby's moms was showing cards like she was sick of a bad hand, and oh damn, he got sick of hearing her, said "dump her a** off in the park, see if the pigeons is feeling her", at this point, he got the info so it's all up to him to peel a cap off, but first he had to take his ***** to some custos to drop a sack off, cool, hit up the block and saw some unfamiliar niggas, saw his homie hop out the whip and sling 2 dimes and a couple nickles, pull out his phone and saw him clickin, pulled out something that's like a picture, dapped up the crew and signaled for young'n to meat these niggas, the smalles one there was x, they all owed his bro some favors, at least they would, till young'n caught a shot from glock out a grand le sabre, .......stray bullets can really ******** a night up huh? Verse 3 (Kitt) Now I bet you thought the story was over, it's far from it, you think youngin's cousins won't come a hunned miles & runnin? Wit guns blazin', violence only leads to retaliation, and that will only lead to more violence, the cycle will never digress, but ******** it these youngin's ridin with pride that they will die wit ! Word got around that O'l boy died, s**t, & death comes in three's & so far 2 got hit ! So who's next, this up & coming hustla from the Jects who been grindin' since mama let him off the steps, willin' to do anything for respect Now lets rewind the clock, that hustla that we speakin bout grew up right around the block from where Young got popped ! We all know that success causes envy, & Young was gettin' too successful, now here comes the jealousy, of these young boys who clap metal, ready to catch felonies Yall remember the b***h from verse 1? The stupid baby mama who put her baby father in hearse 1? Well the hustla from my tale, happened to be her brother, no kiddin' yall, this is for real ! So when the b***h got her man set up, ol' boy from the second verse got the head up, & proceeded to leave the b***h dead, no doctors note & no check up! Kidnapped the b***h, ask her questions & s**t, for all them lies out her lips, youngin' fed her a clip ! The young hustla got word, somebody killed his older sister, devastated but never hesitated to grab a pistol because this one, is somethin' you could killed for ! So now hes strapped up, all black masked up, whole crew in the grand le sabre, high off too much of the devil's nature Drove around the block & seen him dappin them niggas, ******** THAT LET HIM HAVE IT, is what he was thinkin', & started clappin them niggas ! Bullets flyin, a couple of em had names on em, the young hustla had somethin to give em, hot lead and graves for em ! Now it's mission complete, all of them niggas dead, brown people with black thoughts, leavin the whole scene red
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:32 pm
DizziedPhi r0guish 3. 9-1-1 (Sympathy) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUCtkJ2L0goand he wasn't never told it'd end up like this he had a lust for life so much so, the hoe left him lifeless 5,6 niggas in a Chrysler ready to cause a crisis couldn't see em out the side of his eyes. his iris was more focused on the ave. a little coke and somethin bad whipped into a slab, bricked, cracked and stashed in a duffle bag hidden behind a bunch of trash. the work, in a ruffles bag hidden in his uncles pants he wore that night after he left his uncles pad he got the hustle from his dad. just a chip off the old block pops even taught him how to trip and change the clip out his old glock all honestness, had the smarts to be an archaeologist. instead he sold rocks got a hold of a pot, baking soda, coke and a whole lot thanks to old pops no thanks to mama or the baby mama that been down for crazy summers she the one who made this drama; the reason that they staged the drama she gave word to her big brother and some up and comers that her baby daddy just copped a crazy caddy off blow like haze in saunas they thinkin to theyselves "come up", but she aint mean no harm by it but they brought arms. young's pop got up in arms like "you aint touchin my kid" old heads seen the drop comin, so they could break it down like a science had a couple gunners on the corner behind the fire hydrant other behind a mailbox. some of vets who got shell shocked durin Nam or another hell blocked war in which they hailed shots that's when he got a call from young like "i got mail, pops" young was on the other side of town where haters frowned upon his mail drops old head held his head hot against a brick wall after this call cause he knew the shooters was in another court; he dropped his ball and he wasn't never told it's end up like this he had a lust for life so much so, the hoe left him lifeless 5,6 niggas in a Chrysler ready to cause a crisis couldn't see em out the side of his eyes. blinded... to add on, when his mama had heard about it of course she folded like a lawnchair, his brothers, cousins, sisters, mother and his homies was all there, the funeral, black and silver colors with winter florals, cousin Lee 'nem out from memphis who just showed up to get some oral, but baby brother and his clik was already on crunch time, thinking of where to find that dumb b***h while in punch line, had a couple that he grew up with, the other ones he had done time, and they was bout to scheme so they huddled up at the front like...(music stops) *noise in the background.crying...* homie1-ayo sorry bout the fam, my condolences, so how we hitin em back young'n-i don't know *****. find where the b***h is at first. homie2-that b***h Lya that i used to ******** with is always with her a**. young'n-get her first, we'll decide what to do next from what she tell us. homie1-what make you think we can find the b***h, or if she even finna talk young'n-let me handle it. homie's-aight. (beat hops back on) so later on, they facebook'd her, the audacity of this b***h, saying r.i.p to a ***** when she know that she had him killed, but young'n wasn't worried he just licked a brick off like colgate, flipped the s**t into some hammers and masked up like probates, oh wait, he sent one of his ho's in to pull the b***h out, she came outside and saw the ***** and looked at him, like 'is yo d**k out'?. course it aint, but he aint even speak he just grabbed her, slapped her, with this ring hand, and then threw her into the back where, the homies had showed up and started asking the b***h questions, and she aint say s**t till one of the niggas had pulled out a heavy weapon, *beat stops, gun click* pow, right in the knee cap, the gun shots got niggas lookin, "muh ******** is you insane?" that's all they heard while the b***h leg started gushin, now it's time to be bookin, peelin' out like a bad tan, while baby's moms was showing cards like she was sick of a bad hand, and oh damn, he got sick of hearing her, said "dump her a** off in the park, see if the pigeons is feeling her", at this point, he got the info so it's all up to him to peel a cap off, but first he had to take his ***** to some custos to drop a sack off, cool, hit up the block and saw some unfamiliar niggas, saw his homie hop out the whip and sling 2 dimes and a couple nickles, pull out his phone and saw him clickin, pulled out something that's like a picture, dapped up the crew and signaled for young'n to meat these niggas, the smalles one there was x, they all owed his bro some favors, at least they would, till young'n caught a shot from glock out a grand le sabre, .......stray bullets can really ******** a night up huh? Now I bet you thought the story was over, it's far from it, you think youngin's cousins won't come a hunned miles & runnin? Wit guns blazin', violence only leads to retaliation, and that will only lead to more violence, the cycle will never digress, but ******** it these youngin's ridin with pride that they will die wit ! Word got around that O'l boy died, s**t, & death comes in three's & so far 2 got hit ! So who's next, this up & coming hustla from the Jects who been grindin' since mama let him off the steps, willin' to do anything for respect Now lets rewind the clock, that hustla that we speakin bout grew up right around the block from where Young got popped ! We all know that success causes envy, & Young was gettin' too successful, now here comes the jealousy, of these young boys who clap metal, ready to catch felonies Yall remember the b***h from verse 1? The stupid baby mama who put her baby father in hearse 1? Well the hustla from my tale, happened to be her brother, no kiddin' yall, this is for real ! So when the b***h got her man set up, ol' boy from the second verse got the head up, & proceeded to leave the b***h dead, no doctors note & no check up! Kidnapped the b***h, ask her questions & s**t, for all them lies out her lips, youngin' fed her a clip ! The young hustla got word, somebody killed his older sister, devastated but never hesitated to grab a pistol because this one, is somethin' you could killed for ! So now hes strapped up, all black masked up, whole crew in the grand le sabre, high off too much of the devil's nature Drove around the block & seen him dappin them niggas, ******** THAT LET HIM HAVE IT, is what he was thinkin', & started clappin them niggas ! Bullets flyin, a couple of em had names on em, the young hustla had somethin to give em, hot lead and graves for em ! Now it's mission complete, all of them niggas dead, brown people with black thoughts, leavin the whole scene red
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:54 pm
4. Champion Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DD9gOfGuG7ci've done it all while they could only do they best detest? pump to they backs; make em say it wit they chest God bless the blessed. recollect spits speed of breakneck take they checks and wear em; they at clearance isle at payless i could clear an island and make it a second home for my monsters goons and goblins with chompers in my gang goin bonkers if life is a b***h then i'll take yours if i want her pumps of the fist in a crowd of loud stompers they been waitin for a champ, so i'ma give em that and a bag a chips ravage em wit manuscripts they cain't kick like amputists or amputees. damn it me. run em for they ice like anti-freeze snap so hard make a camera cheese then spend it's grin on a pair of 3's see, see these niggas not even knowin what the ******** i mean.. i mean the J's, but they wouldn't know bout that cause they a bunch of big Barry White lookin ********... ya know? Y'all wanna know why he don't stop? y'all wanna know why he don't flop? go for the goal and he won't stop til it get two foul; he takin both shots like a mammogram i hold swole knots. wasn't y'all niggas told not to go against a ***** who so hot he had green lights yellin out "no, stop!" i'm too deep, b***h; i make the boat rock. you Peters get off my Peter make room for the divas and cheerleaders. fly til I die like Aaliyah rest in peace and this is why i ball. i'ma kill it, dawg; call P.E.T.A out for the gold like retrievers. get in the way? get split; amoeba i'm sick; no fever. sharper than cleavers; slice ya beef up get rolled like swishers, lit up like reefa by some shottas; put ya trees up i tried to save em, but they need Jesus. leave em holy til they believers maybe then they'll see and then believe us that we the champs and no one can beat us nah...
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 10:48 pm
5. C4 Radar (feat. Blacc) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFEd1r8yrak(Verse 1) hit em wit the after shock. dope like I grabbed a sack of rocks and beat the beat in the head wit it; bass-head bashin hot let the automatic stop when i'm at the top. then i'll cease fire hit em wit the high note; we hire til my thieves tired and retire even then i'm stealin on the bass. this the face of a street rider look into my eyes and see why i keep the reef hire defeatin creeps. admired when i'm sittin on 24s like 3 spiders eat the beef like 3 sliders. collider of the trees and cider just to feel the buzz like a back rub. get deeper than ya bathtub flagged up cause that's B^loods. that gat bust, you splat blood pull the henney and the emmy's out; i'm really bout to act up real rap, i'll get you wrapped up in the back of black truck shoulda got a V-8; the heat spray'll turn you into vegetables etch n sketch and let the bullets play fetch over elbow room murk over my turf; word to the curb, is what i'm tellin you my crew got tools; the nailin you in they cross-hairs. to hell wit you ya flows ain't pail and stale; it's you. just do what i tell you to: go in the garage, turn the car on... and inhale the fumes! i'm way too bomb to fail; kaboom! I see 4 dead men in my radar blacc, pass me the detonator and watch this C4 blaze up (Verse 2 Blacc) ahhhh ok switch my buttons ******** it rush 'em bustin' like a cherry, neva' scary or i swear-we shred yo a** into confetti, prove my point? nah, never grab my heater, light my green, snatch-ol-girl, she-for-the-team, oh she yours? ********, rest-to-the-pimp, flow-is-a-freak, im-spittin-out-gimps, stackin-up-chips, none-for-the-dip, she-comin-up-short, she-prolly-an-imp, she-likely-a-temp, bad-with-the-lips, dumb-than-a-b***h, but good-with-her-hips-, but-baby-im-southern-which-means-i don't-love-em-i-only-throw-all-they-s**t like-a-chimp, YO best watch my mouth, cuz im sick, when i mask up, it be slaughter, if you beefin with the team and aint got tanks don't even bother, i got more do's than solfage and clean that p***y out like colgate, that's prolly why my back look like a kappa at his probate, no take; no face; and 1; logo dizz kills them all with sodomy; pause; no homo you could suck an ant's d**k without kneeling, im like mt.everest but taller, shoutouts to them stupid niggas, cuz they don't outlive that SLAUGHTER.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 10:32 am
r0guish 5. C4 Radar (feat. Blacc) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFEd1r8yrakhit em wit the after shock. dope like I grabbed a sack of rocks and beat the beat in the head wit it; bass-head bashin hot let the automatic stop when i'm at the top. then i'll cease fire hit em wit the high note; we hire til my thieves tired and retire even then i'm stealin on the bass. this the face of a street rider look into my eyes and see why i keep the reef hire defeatin creeps. admired when i'm sittin on 24s like 3 spiders eat the beef like 3 sliders. collider of the trees and cider just to feel the buzz like a back rub. get deeper than ya bathtub flagged up cause that's B^loods. that gat bust, you splat blood pull the henney and the emmy's out; i'm really bout to act up real rap, i'll get you wrapped up in the back of black truck shoulda got a V-8; the heat spray'll turn you into vegetables etch n sketch and let the bullets play fetch over elbow room murk over my turf; word to the curb, is what i'm tellin you my crew got tools; the nailin you in they cross-hairs. to hell wit you ya flows ain't pail and stale; it's you. just do what i tell you to: go in the garage, turn the car on... and inhale the fumes! i'm way too bomb to fail; kaboom! I see 4 dead men in my radar blacc, pass me the detonator and watch this C4 blaze up ahhhh ok switch my buttons ******** it rush 'em bustin' like a cherry, neva' scary or i swear-we shred yo a** into confetti, prove my point? nah, never grab my heater, light my green, snatch-ol-girl, she-for-the-team, oh she yours? ********, rest-to-the-pimp, flow-is-a-freak, im-spittin-out-gimps, stackin-up-chips, none-for-the-dip, she-comin-up-short, she-prolly-an-imp, she-likely-a-temp, bad-with-the-lips, dumb-than-a-b***h, but good-with-her-hips-, but-baby-im-southern-which-means-i don't-love-em-i-only-throw-all-they-s**t like-a-chimp, YO best watch my mouth, cuz im sick, when i mask up, it be slaughter, if you beefin with the team and aint got tanks don't even bother, i got more do's than solfage and clean that p***y out like colgate, that's prolly why my back look like a kappa at his probate, no take; no face; and 1; logo dizz kills them all with sodomy; pause; no homo you could suck an ant's d**k without kneeling, im like mt.everest but taller, shoutouts to them stupid niggas, cuz they don't outlive that SLAUGHTER.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 3:55 pm
6. Lord Knows Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCaiWKfB5eM&feature=relatedthis aughtta be my campaign song. been gone for way long combat(come back), though wit war paint on blessin the very tracks you wax(whacks) came lame on the crown? i hold it like a seance; that's word to my great aunt and you can blame Sean, but i followed my own blueprint wit a group of dudes i feel is cool to act rude wit so follow me like a rubric on how the ruler really do's this he just came wit some ludicrous movement on some total brand new s**t what the mood is? i shall surpass each and every dirt bag who've lied upon my war path. desert eagle wettin; turn the scene into a birdbath get my family on yo nerd a** for thinkin you could lurch past the slaughter factory where all my goons be hard at work at Lord Knows i do what i can. grown from a ***** to a man pick the mic up wit my hand and turn a listener to a grand it makes sense... smashin on the money while i make hits you shouldn't be mad bout how i made it, but take it however you want a take it and if it's war i won't forsake it, just be sure that you can take hits copper to yo contemplation; my metal gets it's standin ovation i love that they wanna hate it, but they cain't find it in their hearts because they understand my rhymin and my grindin is the same art holy s**t, y'all niggas is brain farts. Lord Knows i tried to talk to em but they gon open up doors for me even if i gotta walk through em my team run through em, jog through em, golf through em now matter if he like it, he'll still be a part of our movement ... now tell me i ain't just s**t on em. and i aint even bring up the wrist on em and i ain't balled up my fists, but these punchlines stay sticken on em y'all shitten bricks over this warnin. when i woke up this mornin i swear i was still sleep; yo dream girl was next to me yawnin...
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:55 pm
7. Gone Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXOjMxZHRQI&feature=relatedthis wasn't the first time you've heard somethin this future tense presented and had the whole crowd rockin cause they know that you meant It damn, i bet you miss it... the future's wavin you goodbye; now gon on and kiss it haulin a** wit a harlem a** chick through traffic who cant spell murcielago, but hates miatas. that's a bad chick anything she say she wants she bet she finna have it til i had to get on that mack s**t and tell her "i aint gon have it" ... hoe is you on dope? if i left it up to you we'de always be broke... and now i'm gone. phantom chrome roll through the chronic smoke i can back my s**t so i talk it like colonic throat eww, that almost made me vomit, though; someone point me to the track so i can point the metal mac and level it on its back woah.... now what the ******** was that? i'm too many words in on you virgins; you think that you can ******** wit that? plus my niggas got my back like a jimmy hat got Blacc like " i'ma give it to em", Stunna like "b***h, gimme that!" mur-der these ******** bars like "where the red-rum and remy at???" come wit a clique of Red Drips(Bloods) just to see how all the rich react when we arrive and we ain't comin in from the side that's red carpet service- i'm pissin em off on purpose! and i'm gone. just in the nic of time, i was makin em nervous had to holla at a waitress cause she didnt wanna serve us then they recognized who was i and started splurgin now... ain't that a twist of events? did it hurt? i'd say that it was worth it cause they know what i'm worth and when i'm dead and gone they gon know of my works from rags to riches; i did it from the dirt.. i'm gone
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 12:58 pm
8. Lovers and Friendly Fire Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPYp4Z_xrj4she wit her man, but i'm here in Hermes. heard of it? she can't have him worryin, so he won't hear a word of this hey ms., is you nervous, or have you been here before? welcome to nirvana, i'll take you on a special tour no such thing as a special whore, so i see you as so much more could i see you some more, or would it only lead to war? she showed me what she had in store; the most juiciest couture she say she sick of the borin and so i'm introduced as the cure i'll take you around the world, even start a world war but you gon have to leave that world and that boy who left you bored cause these games is for men. these games ain't for friends there ain't no makin a mends so i'm in it to win and i want you with me and he wants you with him and i only brought she cause we want you to sin i'm just playin... haha, naw, but y'all could be friends and from behind i swear that y'all two could be twins haha... i'm sorry... there i go again... i'm just sayin we should start off wit this bottle and see where it ends and don't worry bout ya man. he bleed like everybody else if he come wit everybody he know he riskin everybody's health cause i've never been lonely even when i was by myself i bought this s**t to shoot, not to sit in the trunk or on the shelf so tell me what you wanna do. i'll even teach you how to aim it she said guns remind her of her heart; nothin to play wit thats why the last ***** she dated ended up past belated and now on his birthday they pour ace of spades on the pavement i said "at least he was ballin" as a joke, but she wasn't playin that's when i knew it was love like a sign above the constellations you're quickly becoming my favorite. let's just pray that i make it now that purple heart love veteran is mine for the takin victory....
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 1:29 pm
9. Mi Casa (Feat. Stunna and Blacc) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=ZFiy-UMeX34Slaughter House, Biiiiiitch!!! it just got violent again! hahaaaa!! Verse 1 damn it, again? Ast0n lost his sense of ration again while rappin again. wit a pad and a pen "is he trappin again?" they askin of him. i'll blast For The Win. colder than a draft of the wind on the track overlappin again. y'all sorry like "it won't happen again" scoldin foes wit solar wind pros and flows that could go without a hold cain't nobody touch my s**t; preoccupied wit holdin ya nose if you get where i'm comin from make like a horse; give a nod and watch me get in the booth and pray to a porcelain God of course ima mob. of course they gon ride like a Porsche on a hot day in hell and it just froze over so of course y'all gon die and i came strapped wit a 4 and a 5 and on top of that a whole bunch of 9s plus a deuce deuce shootin like 2-3; ******** better get they numbers right but if i find out you wit 5-0 then i'ma commit a whole bunch of crimes go'head think this a bunch of rhymes, but I clock when i hunt for supper time leave no survivors in my house, nor outsiders mi casa su casa; the living room is to die for Verse 2 (Blacc) uhhh villain. aight break these ******** a** niggas out the habit like it's 3 days, the first one just got body rocked and jocked up out his fil-ays, second out them niggas voiced that clay like its the p.js, and that last one got his face ran like the ******** texas relays, boy that villain and his casa, evil lair on foggy marshes, bring you in and beat you out, trip you up like star wars walkers, catch me rockin coppin prada while my soldiers check the gucci, and my girl like richard berry, all she cop is louie-louie, boy im stackin money up, put you rappers in a chokehold, and tags don't got no strength but one gone put u in a toe hold, better use them skinny ankles, run away before them ho's roll, and i mean them dice i put on ya life, let's see who lady luck chose, all is one my ***** al, got him just for servin custos, i got money you aint cb4, that's why i live like gusto, how u think i feel whenever bitches wanna be my jump-os, cuz all they want is money; i aint even tryna ******** tho, so ******** them bitches; ******** them squabs,
slaughter house ***** all we do is spit hard,
twenty two pistol that i got for the broad,
anti-air missle that i got for the car, ah,
drop these niggas in a bar, nah, slap these niggas so far,
ah, blast these niggas, imma trash these niggas, straight crash these niggas no carVerse 3 (Stunna) $LAUGHTERHOU$E b***h,...COMIN @ YA FRONT DOWE/
TREATIN U LIKE A STUDY GROUP & LET U LAME NI66AZ KNOW/
THE BEST IS AROUND, LIKE TONY THE TIGER...b***h THEY SO GREAT/
COLLARD GREEN KUSH 4 LUNCH..BUT THAT WHITE RHINO MY FROST'D FLAKES/
I TREAT YA b***h LIKE A ROLLERBLADE...SO SHE STAYS IN-LINE/
I'LL FREESTYLE BATTLE MY G-SHOCK JUST 2 MURDER THE TIME/
IM HOT...NO ETHANOL...& NO METHANE EI-THER/
IM SO NITROGEN TURNT UP..NO NAS, BUT THIS E-THER/
HAD 2 SELL THE 4 DOOR....FOR A CLEAN 2 SEA-TER/
& YO GIRL VIBRATE WHEN SHE NUTT.. cool ..LIKE A BRAND NEW BEEP-ER/
MI CASA ALWAYS SU CASA....CAUSE U MY AMIGO NI66A/
KEEP ME PLUGGED IN THE GAME WIT DEM C-NOTES NI66A/
I'LL EAT NE1 WHO APPOSES US, CANNIBAL..NO HANNIBAL LECTER/
YA I SAID IM PLUGGED IN PARTNA,..WIT NO SURGE PROTECTER/
rofl BBIIIITTTTCCCHHHH!!!! rofl
IM ON MY PRINGLES s**t...IM STEADY STACKIN MY CHIPS../
PLUS IM A DIE HARD CAPTAIN SO IM GONE SINK WITH MY SHIP/
WHICH MEANS IMA STAY WIT MY TEAM..TIL WE ALL FIGMENTS OF DREAMS/
GOLD RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME....SO MY AVI YELLIN OUT G.R.E.A.M!!!/ xp
I DONE CAME FROM THE STRUGGLE..HELD MY OWN IN THE JECTS/
THATS WHY MY FLOW MO RUTHLESS DEN THE 1 WHO GUN'D DOWN MALCOM-X/
Verse 4 and im just sittin in mi casa steady countin my checks i'm the ruler! give it up; i need a mile of respect i'm indifferent cause love and haters amount up to stress so i play the vapor; blow off steam then i'm out of this b***h! con mis amigos countin peeso's, i mean pesos. red flag; ole, hoes! it's all the same; tomatoe, tomahtoe, just ketchup(catch up). you way slow i ball so hard they say "goal" when my net-worth hits the network i'm a boss, b***h, i network. why yo girl give me that neck work wifey over bitches, but breads first after family and mines a royal pain; make it rein on your majesty my clan and me built this terror dome over an indian burial so you can expect some unrested souls are roaming our very home i do this like they dared me to. every word molded for scaring you i kill it clearer than a mirror you scream Bloody Mary to turn it to bloody murder wit my banditos you may have heard of and we all fresh to death; they might hurst us if they heard us b***h!
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:12 pm
r0guish 9. Mi Casa (Feat. Stunna and Blacc) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=ZFiy-UMeX34Slaughter House, Biiiiiitch!!! it just got violent again! hahaaaa!! (Verse 1) damn it, again? Ast0n lost his sense of ration again while rappin again. wit a pad and a pen "is he trappin again?" they askin of him. i'll blast For The Win. colder than a draft of the wind on the track overlappin again. y'all sorry like "it won't happen again" scoldin foes wit solar wind pros and flows that could go without a hold cain't nobody touch my s**t; preoccupied wit holdin ya nose if you get where i'm comin from make like a horse; give a nod and watch me get in the booth and pray to a porcelain God of course ima mob. of course they gon ride like a Porsche on a hot day in hell and it just froze over so of course y'all gon die and i came strapped wit a 4 and a 5 and on top of that a whole bunch of 9s plus a deuce deuce shootin like 2-3; ******** better get they numbers right but if i find out you wit 5-0 then i'ma commit a whole bunch of crimes go'head think this a bunch of rhymes, but I clock when i hunt for supper time leave no survivors in my house, nor outsiders mi casa su casa; the living room is to die for uhhh villain. aight break these ******** a** niggas out the habit like it's 3 days, the first one just got body rocked and jocked up out his fil-ays, second out them niggas voiced that clay like its the p.js, and that last one got his face ran like the ******** texas relays, boy that villain and his casa, evil lair on foggy marshes, bring you in and beat you out, trip you up like star wars walkers, catch me rockin coppin prada while my soldiers check the gucci, and my girl like richard berry, all she cop is louie-louie, boy im stackin money up, put you rappers in a chokehold, and tags don't got no strength but one gone put u in a toe hold, better use them skinny ankles, run away before them ho's roll, and i mean them dice i put on ya life, let's see who lady luck chose, all is one my ***** al, got him just for servin custos, i got money you aint cb4, that's why i live like gusto, how u think i feel whenever bitches wanna be my jump-os, cuz all they want is money; i aint even tryna ******** tho, so ******** them bitches; ******** them squabs,
slaughter house ***** all we do is spit hard,
twenty two pistol that i got for the broad,
anti-air missle that i got for the car, ah,
drop these niggas in a bar, nah, slap these niggas so far,
ah, blast these niggas, imma trash these niggas, straight crash these niggas no car
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 6:32 pm
DizziedPhi r0guish 9. Mi Casa (Feat. Stunna and Blacc) Beat from http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=ZFiy-UMeX34Slaughter House, Biiiiiitch!!! it just got violent again! hahaaaa!! (Verse 1) damn it, again? Ast0n lost his sense of ration again while rappin again. wit a pad and a pen "is he trappin again?" they askin of him. i'll blast For The Win. colder than a draft of the wind on the track overlappin again. y'all sorry like "it won't happen again" scoldin foes wit solar wind pros and flows that could go without a hold cain't nobody touch my s**t; preoccupied wit holdin ya nose if you get where i'm comin from make like a horse; give a nod and watch me get in the booth and pray to a porcelain God of course ima mob. of course they gon ride like a Porsche on a hot day in hell and it just froze over so of course y'all gon die and i came strapped wit a 4 and a 5 and on top of that a whole bunch of 9s plus a deuce deuce shootin like 2-3; ******** better get they numbers right but if i find out you wit 5-0 then i'ma commit a whole bunch of crimes go'head think this a bunch of rhymes, but I clock when i hunt for supper time leave no survivors in my house, nor outsiders mi casa su casa; the living room is to die for uhhh villain. aight break these ******** a** niggas out the habit like it's 3 days, the first one just got body rocked and jocked up out his fil-ays, second out them niggas voiced that clay like its the p.js, and that last one got his face ran like the ******** texas relays, boy that villain and his casa, evil lair on foggy marshes, bring you in and beat you out, trip you up like star wars walkers, catch me rockin coppin prada while my soldiers check the gucci, and my girl like richard berry, all she cop is louie-louie, boy im stackin money up, put you rappers in a chokehold, and tags don't got no strength but one gone put u in a toe hold, better use them skinny ankles, run away before them ho's roll, and i mean them dice i put on ya life, let's see who lady luck chose, all is one my n***a al, got him just for servin custos, i got money you aint cb4, that's why i live like gusto, how u think i feel whenever bitches wanna be my jump-os, cuz all they want is money; i aint even tryna ******** tho, so ******** them bitches; ******** them squabs,
slaughter house n***a all we do is spit hard,
twenty two pistol that i got for the broad,
anti-air missle that i got for the car, ah,
drop these niggas in a bar, nah, slap these niggas so far,
ah, blast these niggas, imma trash these niggas, straight crash these niggas no car
TREATIN U LIKE A STUDY GROUP & LET U LAME NI66AZ KNOW/
THE BEST IS AROUND, LIKE TONY THE TIGER...b***h THEY SO GREAT/
COLLARD GREEN KUSH 4 LUNCH..BUT THAT WHITE RHINO MY FROST'D FLAKES/
I TREAT YA b***h LIKE A ROLLERBLADE...SO SHE STAYS IN-LINE/
I'LL FREESTYLE BATTLE MY G-SHOCK JUST 2 MURDER THE TIME/
IM HOT...NO ETHANOL...& NO METHANE EI-THER/
IM SO NITROGEN TURNT UP..NO NAS, BUT THIS E-THER/
HAD 2 SELL THE 4 DOOR....FOR A CLEAN 2 SEA-TER/
& YO GIRL VIBRATE WHEN SHE NUTT.. cool ..LIKE A BRAND NEW BEEP-ER/
MI CASA ALWAYS SU CASA....CAUSE U MY AMIGO NI66A/
KEEP ME PLUGGED IN THE GAME WIT DEM C-NOTES NI66A/
I'LL EAT NE1 WHO APPOSES US, CANNIBAL..NO HANNIBAL LECTER/
YA I SAID IM PLUGGED IN PARTNA,..WIT NO SURGE PROTECTER/
rofl BBIIIITTTTCCCHHHH!!!! rofl
IM ON MY PRINGLES s**t...IM STEADY STACKIN MY CHIPS../
PLUS IM A DIE HARD CAPTAIN SO IM GONE SINK WITH MY SHIP/
WHICH MEANS IMA STAY WIT MY TEAM..TIL WE ALL FIGMENTS OF DREAMS/
GOLD RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME....SO MY AVI YELLIN OUT G.R.E.A.M!!!/ xp
I DONE CAME FROM THE STRUGGLE..HELD MY OWN IN THE JECTS/
THATS WHY MY FLOW MO RUTHLESS DEN THE 1 WHO GUN'D DOWN MALCOM-X/
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