skullnbones Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 "If lifes a bitch then deaths a slut cos death cums for everyone and when its your turn you're fucked" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LateNightThrillz Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 AAWWW YOOOU!!!!!!!! OOOOO OOOOO superman that oooooooooooo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 ^hahaha....no. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LateNightThrillz Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 CRANK THAT ROBO COP? WATCH ME CRANK THAT ROOSEVELT? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 CRANK THAT ROBO COP? WATCH ME CRANK THAT ROOSEVELT? http://www.12ozprophet.com/forum/showpost.php?p=5769501&postcount=5987 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 i love brain. i need a leech greatest line in rap history Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
2Blazzed Posted October 14, 2007 Share Posted October 14, 2007 When i'm bent up i think alot about the reason i'm here I think about the things i fear in the comin years Ahead of me i'm ready for whatever they bring though I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams And that's my fuckin word One day the whole world will smoke herb And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cool Water Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 someone pointed out the other day what cream ment in cash rules everything around me. cant believe how stupid i look, been listening to it for years. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hatetown Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 [Verse One=???] Pussy, Pussy--Pussy, Pussy Weed and alcohol it seems to satisfy us all, indeed Don't even trip, half of you bitches like pussy too Love to smoke weed and get high, sip,serve And let the freaky shit up out And suck the skin off a nigga dick I's a playa, I's a never had to trick Stupid fuck put the game down so well Can have yo bitch playing a good game of suck dick and tell Nigga don't trip If you see me creepin' through yo hood I'm pickin' up a shot of cock, some head, and it's all good It just might be yo baby momma or sister But then again, If it is, you better be tryin' to be a nigga friend Cuz see I do this shit only one way, nigga the "G" way Blowin' my hair back, gettin' my dick sucked on the freeway I never lie on my dick cuz that's a playa rule Smokin' weed, gettin' drunk Rockin' shows and then be ready to fuck somethin' [Chorus] Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy [pussy weed and alcohol] Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy [it seems to satisfy us all] Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy [we livin' like pussy, weed and alcohol] Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy [it seems to sastisfy us all] Pussy,Pussy--Pussy, Pussy [that's how we playa's ball] [Verse Two=???, ???] [???] I guess these hoes didn't hear me, when I said bitch please Now it's five years later big faces, big sprees Talkin' bout bad bitches up in condos Smokin' mad swishers, bout to get some head pronto Pussy, weed, and alcohol nigga, Plus that cash go with it Double "o" we clockin' hoochies Stick a bird up in her pussy Smokin' cryptonite, rollin' in a benz Souppin' up some tenz Bout to break 'em for they endz Tell 'em low man [???] I'm in a ninty eight, put it out Gased up to the fullest, b--e-n-z Two bitches and me A quarter pounder, weed, and hennessy They lookin' sexy From the start they under me Too tough, I got they hearts pleased Understand indeed Ways to get yo ass, through the days With razor blades Tight game you'll fade 'em all away Peeped the laid out Pussy, weed, and "D" [fellas] Alcohol and "G" [fellas] Bitches come in fleets [fellas] Courtsey on me [fellas] [Chorus] [Verse Three=Willie D] Will got him two bad mutherfuckas comin' from out of town We 'gon ride around And smoke up about a pound I'mma show 'em off to my dogs Make 'em wanna strip 'em If a freaky ass nigga so desires, he can lick 'em I'mma do-it, til' they pass out on weed and liquor I be a 5th Ward Boy from the, uh, bloody nickel Fast money, fast cars, and fast ass women Got a whole lot of mutherfuckin' niggas past livin' Girl, when you do, what you do, it's so beautiful Stick yo fingers, in yo cat Uh, and taste yo uterus It's ludicrous Yo man couldn't make you swallow But playas know, fuck the head, and the body and power Let's get a room, so I can lick that ring on yo belly And lubricate yo asshole, with jar jelly Through my pelly, pelly draws You can lick my balls Pussy, weed, and alcohol, I love that shit dog [Willie D= talking] 5th Ward Boyz, Willie D, finally puttin' that shit down together, like it's supposed to be. And we love fuckin, oh yeah, drankin', smokin', doing what ever it takes to get a groove on. Me personally, I don't mind accommadating a hoe. You know, what you do? What you drank, you smoke, you shoot up, what ever the fuck you do. haha. That's yo thang you know. Shit, I'll supply you long as you fuckin'. I for one, I do so much fuckin' they call me Don King. Ghetto [Chorus] Pussy, pussy, pussy is so good to me... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 [Verse 1] Aight stop what you're doin, cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style ya all been pursuin Who you foolin I see through you like a tunnel entrance On wax you gangsta, trouble visits and your gun is missin You created a rep so now you runnin with it You feel safe cause you surrounded by a hundred niggaz All your mans fake, they give you pounds and handshakes Cause they rhyme too, so y'all each other fanbase But your just a bit better, you all stole your flow from Jay-Z, but you was the one who bit better So you spin tales a how you get cheddar Bitches, sixes, benzes, but did you forget Septa Cause that's the only ridin you do Denyin it's true, let your rhymes design you And that's a fuckin shame, cause you one half of one in a million that sound the fuckin same You'll never touch the fame, your flow is Bush Administration ain't nothin changed And that's the truest words ever spoken dog Cause they will see you, when the mirrors, weed and smoke is gone And I hope this song got across, cause you can quote me on the fact you need to [Chorus] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up [Verse 2] Now behold the white, nerdy suburban prototype Had dough his whole life. overnight he hold mic No respect for the art of rhyme, all he knows is his CD collection that he copped off the Art of Rhyme He's off beat, off kilter, off his rocker even Unfortunately what he does is just not emceein You say I'm bein critical, no that's not the reason He wasn't down with hip-hop when it was not in season You gotta sew your oats, homeboy not just reap em And it's somethin I gotta share with you You're terrible, your songs are downright unbearable You rap about robots and spaceships But if I call you on it, then I'm labeled as a racist Naw, I'm showin love to my culture man, you need to overstand You shouldn't do this just cause yo a fan (No) I love you for that, but I don't know who told you the fuck you could rap You gotta stop right now, I mean put that mic down and walk away Today, Ok, I don't wanna have to tell you no, never, not again Come back in five years when hip-hop hot again [Chorus] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Please) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Just give it up yo) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (For real) [Verse 3] This the end of a hectic fable, just cause you got a little loot please don't go start a record label Kick Yo Ass Records, Get Money Entertainment No matter, it's all the same shit (Same shit) I get so much promotional junk and most of it sucks So half a them shits, I don't even open 'em up I use the case to line up my weed when I'll rollin a dutch But that's about all, cause it's hard to believe your artist MC Steve is a fuckin outlaw, and all of his mixtape is about Raw, guns and gats, it's so bad it needs to be outlawed How come this crap floods the map You're to blame Mr. CEO that's enough a that It's the simple truth, you and your little dudes be gone Before the world get a chance to forget your tunes, it's pitiful Just cause crack is dead, all y'all decided To invest your little dough in rap instead Don't get me started bout these rich little assholes Puttin out bullshit wit your dad's dough, you'll never pass go Bottom line your shit sucks, you need to listen up when, I tell you to [Chorus] Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up (Give it, Give it, Up) Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Give It Up, Give It Up, Give It Up Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 I WONT SAY IM THE BEST SINCE RAKIM, PAC AND DEM BETTER YET IN THE BEST SINCE MOZART, BACH AND DEM Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
john_gacy Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 my pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones locker Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
illstate Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 INTERNATIONAL PIMPS ANTHEM [big Boi:] Eni mini decisions with precision I pick Or make my selection on who I choose to be with Girl dont touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin is something I dont do, tippin for life? (Mmm mmm!) Thats like makin it rain Every month on schedule (mmmHhmm!) Let me tell you Get your parasol umbrella cause its gonna get wetter Better prepare you for the see-saw pole She supposed to spend it on that baby but we see she dont [Chopped & Screwed] Ask ask Paul McCartney the lawyers gettin sloppy Slaughter slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her into outer space, I know he wish he could Cause he payin 20K a day, that b****is eating good Like an infant on a double D b**** is getting plump Cause he miscalculated the next to the last bump [Chopped & Screwed] Dump dump in the gut, walk it off from the giddy up Better chose the right one or pick pick the kitties up AND KANYE WEST'S HOMECOMING I met this girl when I was three years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She said, excuse me little homie, I know you don’t know me- but, My name is Windy and, I like to blow trees and, From that point I never blow her off, N***as come from outta town I like to show her off, They like to act tough, she like to tow em off, And make em straighten up their hat, cause she know they soft And when I grew up she showed me how to go downtown And at nighttime her face lit up so astounding And I told her in my heart is where she always be She never mess with entertainers cause they always leave She said it felt like they walked and drove on me Knew I was gang affiliated got on TV and told on me I guess it’s why last winter she got so cold on me She said, Ye keep making that, keep making that platinum and gold for me ( HE'S TALKING ABOUT CHICAGO IN CASE U DIDNT CATCH THAT YET, BUT THE WHOLE SONG HAS CRAZY LYRICS JUST JUST A LIL TASTE..) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sir Doodles Posted October 15, 2007 Share Posted October 15, 2007 Listen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition We keeps shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain Trife type chicks Top Billin's, the anthem Rastas smoke marijuana Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip So bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips Clips whatever happend to 38 specials Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue Probably the same one that killed Noriega Chips that powered nuclear bombs, power my Sega Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism leaves most niggaz dead or in prison In Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand to spite the hand, jealous of the next man So violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot Make money money, get money take money I can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me Fire burns the unjust like arson larsony melt MC's with mental telepathy With precision, we're slicin and dicin Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson -Jeru The Damaja lyrics on "Return of The Crooklyn Dodgers" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duck Butter Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 lord quaz get more ass then toilet paper Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fun haver Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 ..see me at your local club, yes i crank it everyday, haters getting made cause i got me some bathing apes.. but seriously Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 who cares if two gays wanna tie the knot if you ain't gay then why does this preoccupy your thoughts is it cause you harbor faggot tendencies or cause you're a product of mass assembly grown in a lab genetically? i pick up bitches at the food court listen to too short, offer 'em a newport ask 'em if they do porn impregnate 'em at they school dorm then they gave birth to lukewarm newborns that grew horns Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
After School Special Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 she calling me, i'm calling her. she following me, i'm following her. my mom picks up the phone and says; "you got this girl sprung." she got me sprung too. she says; "both of yall dumb." but i'm diggin' her, she diggin' me. and she so cute, she so lovely. I'm kidding I'm kidding. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KILZ FILLZ Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 bust a slug, in ya mug, watch the blood, overflood, like beer suds. -the god rza- rzarecta, the abbott, bobby digital, bobby stills, razor Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hatetown Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 broke up with my foreign car, fell in love with a cadillac trunk turn flips like an acrobat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 THE DUMB ARE MOSTLY INTRIGUED BY THE DRUM honestly. nothing else needs to be said in here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JustinTimberlake Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 did you just poop out a virgin, cause that shit is tight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ferris Bueller Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 Anything Juelz Santana spits is like hearing words from a prophet. AYE! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThaNoisyOne Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 HOT EM WITH THE GLOCK, PUT HIM IN A COMA, NOW WHAT THEY BOY GOT? UUMM GLAUCOMA -LIL WAYNE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blood Feast Island Man Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 yeah the whole byrd gang's in here, like kurt cobain was here yeah yeah yeah yeah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duck Butter Posted October 16, 2007 Share Posted October 16, 2007 yyyyyyyyooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu - soulja boy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lokey Posted October 19, 2007 Share Posted October 19, 2007 Listen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition We keeps shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain Trife type chicks Top Billin's, the anthem Rastas smoke marijuana Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip So bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips Clips whatever happend to 38 specials Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue Probably the same one that killed Noriega Chips that powered nuclear bombs, power my Sega Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism leaves most niggaz dead or in prison In Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand to spite the hand, jealous of the next man So violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot Make money money, get money take money I can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me Fire burns the unjust like arson larsony melt MC's with mental telepathy With precision, we're slicin and dicin Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson -Jeru The Damaja lyrics on "Return of The Crooklyn Dodgers" absolute bumpage.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lokey Posted October 19, 2007 Share Posted October 19, 2007 No more cutting grams, no wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my dreams.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
23rakim45 Posted October 19, 2007 Share Posted October 19, 2007 bobby stills[/size] It's Bobby Steels. Also you forgot "Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah", "The Abbott" and "Prince Rakeem". Anyway, my favourite lyrics off the top of my head: I gotta shotty by the toilet if you wanna shoot me when I'm shittin' - Notorious B.I.G. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawood Posted October 19, 2007 Share Posted October 19, 2007 remember the blue blocker dude?....with the glasses. yeah.....BEST lyrics. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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