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Guest willy.wonka

what song do you feel like?

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Guest willy.wonka

on a horse with no name- america


nothing really matters- queen

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Guest willy.wonka

yeah!!i couldnt think of it for some reason..

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Guest imported_El Mamerro

"My Dick is So Large", Yaggfu Front

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Niggaz and Bitches - Krayzie Bone



"...she want a rich nigga/ aint that a bitch nigga/ cant get shit for not even cheap/jesus/shes just trippin cuz she seen a nigga glidin slidin to the party shinin with no diamonds/ya know why i left my necklace on the dresser/i like to see how they treat ya when they think ya got no chedda/ya sit down they get up/ya say hi, what ever/but when i pull that 9 out my pocket that bitch shit lit up/now everybody drinks on me/wait, hook up all the playas sept them hoes right there...."


dont ask why

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(Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get

Did you think anybody in this town is any different?

They don't give a damn who gets killed

Just as long as "the dice keep rollin

The hoes keep hoein

And the money keeps flowin")


My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns

Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds

On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park

And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark

Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax

They're sneakier than alley cats

That's why I carry gats

Yo, I'm a muthafuckin fugitive

Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live

Because to me it's all about a buck

I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck

We stormed the city, shootin shit up like Frank Nitty

We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50

One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash

Then I murdered his ass and took his half

Because I'm all about ends and skins

When you got dough, you don't need no muthafuckin friends

If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that

Aiyo, picture me gettin a job

Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob

Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet

Makin about 120 dollars a week?

Man, I rather do another hit

I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shit

Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker

A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin muthafucka

Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar

I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'

I used to wait until it gets dark

And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks

Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask

I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast

I vicked this nigga named Eugene

Took his brand new ring

Cause stickin up's a everyday routine

Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride

Saw this nigga named Clyde

And snuck up on him from the blind side

I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked

Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"

The Big L was cold crazy

A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies

I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck

Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a fuck

Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim

Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him

Plenty and many brains I bust

Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous


becuase i got $5.00 in change and i dont get payed in two weeks

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That is the jazziest rap ever. When i listen to that song i feel like im ridin down a strip full of hoes in a candy red 72 coupe deville wearin a kangol golf hat smokin a bidi. And thats the way i always feel. Mr.yuck=mr.suave.


On another note im startin to feel like:


Some things will never change- E40


Was I really such a bad child? Did i deserve to get hit wit boards

and whooped with extension cords?

Did you forget that i was your creation?

and all i wanted from you ma was love hope and motivation


son your disrespectful an you talkin back get out my face

kicked me out the house and wouldnt even let me plead my case

now im homeless and im freezin like the morgue

only thing keepin me alive is the lord


needless to say its times like this id rather be locked up

than drink water out my hands and eatin outta garbage cans

could i come back home huh could i?

Son youre on your own why should I?


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