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DO THE RICKY BOBBY! STOP. POSE FOR THE FRAME!!! DO THE RICKY BOBBY! STOP. POSE FOR THE FRAME!!! DO THE RICKY BOBBY! STOP. POSE FOR THE FRAME!!! AND THEN I DIP, AND WE ALL DO THE SAME THING. RICKY, BOBBY, RICKY, BOBBY, RICKY, BOBBY. THEN WE ALL DO THE SAME THANNNNNNG!!!!

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I bet. HAHAHA!!!!

Improvise. :lol: :lol: :lol: props.

Oh ok! I was wrong. Yo Roy Jones Jr put a smoking on his ass back in the day. and one more to grow on. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDWnMXzgeZo

STOP SNITCHING.

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I think they are too. But I could be wrong.

I don't know. How do y'all do half the shit y'all do with photoshop?? I suck at it. :lol:

I'll see if I can download it. Demonoid is the way I get most of my shit. If I see old shit here and there I pick it up. And yeah The Gate is the shit. When they play that record backward, I used to get scared. :lol: :lol:

Photoshop this.

Yeah I hear you. Diddy makes me wanna do coke and cry. :lol: :lol: So I don't listen to him.

OG Deathrap.

Seriously. You say Puff Daddy is better than Wu??? comon. You're not that dumb.

Nigga you retarded. :D Diddy makes bitches dance. BUT WU-TANG IS FOR THE CHILDREN. Puffy is good, But WU-TANG is for the BABIES. Words from the GOD. RIP Dirt McGirt. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy8zlq4y6cU

Cage won. Illest four letter word. And so Kiddies http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYPnwD2fLrY Cage on the Telephone. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwqWcaZ2XbE STILL C.A.G.E. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HB1Nz34mqDY

Suicidal Tendencies. FTW!!!!!!!!!! ALL I WANTED WAS A PEPSI, JUST ONE PEPSI. :lol: :lol:

* originally from the big poppa vinyl 12 Intro: puff daddy As we proceed To give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get live motherfuckers -- 2x As we proceed To give you what you need East coast motherfuckers Bad boy motherfuckers Big - now turn the mics up Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin To that microphone Turn that shit the fuck up Uh, what? Turn it up louder Yea, uh As we proceed, to give you What you need J.m. motherfuckers J.m. motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Verse one: Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from the ob-solete Hard to creep them brooklyn streets Its on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat soun like sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three in the corner Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school new school need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than idaho potato Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place Fuckin with b.i.g. it aint safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses Bumps and bruises, blunts and landcruisers Big poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggaz mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me, two glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines And im, crooklyns finest You rewind this, bad boys behind this Interlude: As we proceed To give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get live motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need East coast motherfuckers Bad boy motherfuckers Get high motherfuckers Get high motherfuckers Smoke blunts motherfuckers Get high motherfuckers Ready to die motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Verse two: I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back Think the cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cock-sucker gs up One false move, get swiss cheesed up Clip to tec, respect I demand it Slip and break the, 11th commandment Thou shalt not fuck with raw c-poppa Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you, like chaka khan Im the don Pussy when I want rolex on the arm Youll die slow but calm Recognize my face, so there wont be no mistake So you know where to tell jake, lame nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Puff daddy flips daily I smoke the blunts he sips on the baileys On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings And my cock, in the fire position and... (get live motherfuckers Ready to die motherfuckers) Cmere, cmere [it aint gotta be like that big] Open your fucking mouth, open your... didnt I tell you Dont fuck with me? [*muffled* cmon man] huh? Didnt I tell you not to fuck with me? (as we proceed) [cmon man] look at you now (to give you what you need) huh? [cmon man] (9 to 5 motherfuckers) cant talk with a gun in your mouth huh? (get live motherfuckers) bitch-ass nigga, what? (get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*] (as we proceed...) who shot ya? Outro: puff daddy ...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get live motherfuckers (who shot ya? ) Get high motherfuckers Ready to die motherfuckers Hah!! As we proceed... (who shot ya? ) ...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers East coast motherfuckers (who shot ya? ) West coast motherfuckers... West coast motherfuckers... hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed To give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers Get money motherfuckers As we proceed To give you what you need Get live motherfuckers 9 to 5 motherfuckers J.m. motherfuckers J.m. motherfuckers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5...

Here's a little flick of some VHS tapes I got out. And a Few Xenon DVDs. I have so many it's ridiculous, I have alot of burnt shit. sorry for the shitty pics.

Xenon Entertainment Group is the real dope shit. WU-TANG.

U sir are Obviously MAD!!! The only hipster I see here crying is you homo.

wait.... I ranked it in my top 5 you dumbfuck. BECAUSE THE THREAD IS CALLED KUNG-FU N'SHIT. BUT SHE'S RIGHT TECHNICALLY IT'S NOT KUNG-FU, GO LOOK UP MOVIE GENRES.

Nevermind. You make no sense. Fuggetaboutit.

Planet Of The Apes : [intro: Capone] I just had to say that right there Rae I just have to say you my nigga, understand? It don't get no realer than this, man Let's slow the fuck down You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man [Hook x2: Polite] Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain explode Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit Shaolin boys they bang them fifths [intro continues overlapped by Chorus] Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin' Yo you know we shoot you down, man Ice Water Inc., yeah! Territory, nigga Millitainment, Y.O Yeah, yeah Yeah yeah eh yo [Capone] Eh yo late night, candle light, fiend with a crackpipe It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right? I'm tryin' to get this money, right? So I move cautiously You more frauds, you see? I'ma live bossy Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth, B I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me (Q.B.) I'm destined for triple, left hand crook and the right hand fury Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence, the criminal codes Hammer smack a nigga out his five senses Leave him dumb, deaf and blind, I ride on rinses Interest so tight, strobe lights follow my grace Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em! I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin' [Chorus x2: Polite w/o "Eh yo" second time] Eh yo real niggas get up, live niggas, what up? We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up? Shaolin get up or get yo' ass hit up! [sheek Louch] Eh yo I'm a motherfuckin' Nigga Wit an Attitude Heavy gun play, cock back, niggas is screwed Stomach wounds make it hard for you to swallow ya food Throwin' Purple Tape off for me to get in the mood Sheek Louch, who fuckin' wit' that kid? I'm sick in the head, they need to make a throwback straight jacket White tee on, a light G. on These bitches you wife and the God try pee on I don't care if it's a gram or brick I'ma make it sell, get off my dick Pump or the Desert E., take your pick Money too long, the case won't stick D-Block niggas fuck with Rae Nigga act hard and get hit up in the middle of day Tough guys and all that but I know that you pay And I don't give a fuck, niggas better watch what they say [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] Body specialist, full cam F50 with vans A pull up, do it to ya mans, yo scrams If you take niggas ears, niggas ain't really queers Listen, it's grown men in the town, niggas is their's Fluck niggas, I cut niggas, stuck niggas Come up, pluck niggas, pop niggas in chucks, it's business You in this? We non-shoulder style, son, relentless They four lettered me Chef, nigga get down Drop you, piss on you, get this, it's official on you Yo twist the clips hits, this was on you I'm just a business head ridin' with visual Don't force me to put out ya head One for the money, two for the crime round up Peep it, all major niggas holdin' they ground, get up Let's form an army millenia, Ice Water! From Q.B. to Y.O. with Shaolin, I'm feelin' you [Chorus x2] [break x4: Raekwon singing] We gon' ride for our team My niggas'll kill you [Outro over break: Polite] For the team, nigga My niggas kill you, nigga Y'all niggas want war? Nigga pop up! Yeah ride for ya motherfuckin' team, nigga Death before dishonor, you heard me? The motherfuckin' Lex Diamond Story Y'all niggas better wake the fuck up! Yeah, Ice Water Inc., you heard me? D-Block, what up? Pain, time and glory, word, you heard? Yeah, yeah.. my niggas'll kill you, nigga! Bitch-ass niggas!