Avancier2 Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 I be that smooth cat you never see runnin with clowns one of the few from uptown thats holdin it down/ bitches be on me like im well fare even rich ones who stay in Bel Air is this Big L's year? Hell yeah./ word up I use a chrome gat to push domes back watch how you talk when you call me Feds got the phone tapped/ this rap game i put my life in it chain got mega ice in it push and Infinit, chrome rims, light tinted/ as you can see pal, its all about me now 20g's a show bitch, 3 thou just to freestyle/ I made this cheese it didnt grow on trees can you hold some'n? Sure, you can hold on these/ My style is fat like an old cray-on, smooth as ray-on L is what the ladies stay-on, baby play on/ I stay jewel-ed up Pockets swelled up from banks I held up plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck/ I never catch cold feet when I hold heat we roll deep in a triple black dark tinted old jeep/ I'll catch a fag 3 oclock in the m'one on the block all alone and put the Glock to his dome/ and tell him 'give it up quick you nitwit, dont try to get slick, or i'mma let this 4-5th spit and leave yo shit split, -prick-/ it aint nothin decent about me a true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me/ a rap junkie dont try to play me like a flunkie jewels be chunky pockets lumpy attitude grumpy/ and mad niggas be frontin alot poppin mad shit, tryin to be some'n they not/ your faggot ass better stick to dancin, dont even look at me i might break your jaw just for glancin im sick like Manson/ In nine seven Harlem kids is blowin and we dont trip we'll let a bitch starve till her ribs are showin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IrishCarBombs Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head My game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (YEAH!) So what you actin for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz and rob every last one of you niggaz Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted May 28, 2006 Author Share Posted May 28, 2006 NIGGERS ARE IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO MY FACE ALMOST EVERY DAY THEY CONTINUE TO POSE NUMEROUS QUESTIONS, IN REGARDS TO MY PLACE OF RESIDENCE, LIKE "JOC, WHERE DO YOU STAY?" I TELL THEM COLLEGE PARK, GEORGIA, A SUBURB OF ATLANTA, WHERE THEY REMOVE THE ROOF OF CARS I EAT 20,000 DOLLARS WORTH OF EXPENSIVE, LAVISH CUISINES AND ALSO SPEND THE SAME AMOUNT ON ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES AT THE BAR Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted May 28, 2006 Author Share Posted May 28, 2006 MEET ME IN THE VICINITY OF PLACES WHERE DRUG DEALS ARE CARRIED OUT; WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT MEET ME IN THE SHOPPING CENTERS, SPECIFICALLY THE FOODCOURT IN FRONT OF THE STARBUCKS, I WILL BE THE ONE WITH THE MOCHA LATTEE; WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT MEET ME IN THE DANCE CLUBBING VENUE, WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT ANYWHERE YOU PLAN ON MEETING ME, IT'S GUARANTEED WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madTV Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 young joc is too weak Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IrishCarBombs Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 we will engage in physical combat........ hahahahah sounds like a fucking fagget Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forte Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 Young Joke. :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kr430n5_666 Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 YEAH MAN 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
destr0ya Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 It's the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth make me put that tool to use these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs Hat low its not a weak link in my squad I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God As far as rappers I'm thinkin theyre frauds call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard For once trust me you don't wanna start problems the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem So if you on the block wit only a few grams man then you a bird nigga, Tucan Sam And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me? Thank god he ain't fuckin wit that red line cuz i'll merk any nigga that disrespect mine If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news headline You ain't the best, what memo got sent? if you got dogs what kennel they in? So if you wanna get fresh like a mentos mint then it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin Aint no type guts wit you you terrel owens them niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga big man or skinny nigga, dare a dude tempt me nigga auto or semi nigga, dump it till it's empty nigga they don't even want you in New York, you like Penny nigga Check the time it's around that hour lil niggaz they ain't around that powder They ain't super or luigi or Mario, ain't found that power plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower Cowards, know the toys bust loco they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo And yea that 5 slide and clock im the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box Dont want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw You don't move white you lyin dogg that's a neverending story without the white flying dog These dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread they in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching :$: :$: :$: :$: :$: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Avancier2 Posted May 28, 2006 Share Posted May 28, 2006 Young Joc might as well just be a white kid of his same age rapping if he's going to advertise that hes from the suburbs and has his 'niggas' meet him in the mall, cause its 'goin down'. Fuck outta here. This new shit isnt hip hop, its fucking pop hop. A real MC would tear his face off and eat that shit right in front of him, the young nigga couldnt blink because there would be no more eyelids. Just tendons and facial muscles exposed with two eyeballs popping out with his lip less mouth screaming. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted May 28, 2006 Author Share Posted May 28, 2006 YOU MUST NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THE ATL. COLLEGE PARK IS AN ATLANTA "SUBURB," BUT NOT A NICE FRIENDLY ONE. FOR EXAMPLE, COMPTON IS A SUBURB OF LOS ANGELES. TRUE STORY. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oliver Clothesoff Posted May 29, 2006 Share Posted May 29, 2006 your from compton? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Forte Posted May 29, 2006 Share Posted May 29, 2006 YOU MUST NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THE ATL. COLLEGE PARK IS AN ATLANTA "SUBURB' date='" BUT NOT A NICE FRIENDLY ONE. FOR EXAMPLE, COMPTON IS A SUBURB OF LOS ANGELES. TRUE STORY.[/quote'] Hell, I thought he was always from College Park, Maryland. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
^ . ^ Posted May 29, 2006 Share Posted May 29, 2006 college park fuckin sucks Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nnuterrr Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 THIS A NEEDA BEAT... DUN A DUNA DUNA DUNA i cant stop laughin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nnuterrr Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 jeezy said it and this lil dude makes a song off it...hiphop has been dead and there is no ressurection coming. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest R@ndomH3ro Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 Hip Hop is runned by Microsoft. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
destr0ya Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 jeezy said it and this lil dude makes a song off it...hiphop has been dead and there is no ressurection coming. although i heard the jeezy line first, i'm fairly certain joc came out with his songg first. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ICU Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 if youre from the south,youre gettin signed,hell,big gipp has a jam of the week!!!the fact that anybody feels jeezy is sad, being from atlanta is pretty much all you need to get put on.mtv and big record companies raped what good shit the south did have.before co-opping it,and watering it all down until the next thing comes along just like they always do.mtv killed music.who the fuck wants to see these ugly ass dudes sing their shitty song anyway? and what the fuck is up with carol mart? is that where these dicks get signed?? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soup BDC Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 Is this dude's asshole in the front? And is he saying he likes six fingers in it? That's not the usual tip mc's be on. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IrishCarBombs Posted May 30, 2006 Share Posted May 30, 2006 Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard' I just let niggaz get a head start I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase Nah spint out pace, and I'll still win the race See I'm joggin Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin You got the crown, pass off like Stockton It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in He is a problem, weavin and bobbin' Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him I can't leave, even though it's big options Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin' Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit They don't use to ink like me Niggaz don't even think like me Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin' Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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