DA KID MERO Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 COCAINE IN THE POT BAKIN SODA WATER HOT WHEN THA ICE CUBES DROP LOOKIT THAT THAAATS CRACK! :D FUCK THAT I AINT GOTTA MAKE SENSE, IM ME. YA DIG? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Bruce_1nR Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 ........... I don't even know what to say. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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lord_casek Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 Masta P Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) For all you playas, hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas Ma ma ma ma make crack like this Masta P Ghetto Dope No Limit Records (Ma ma ma make crack like this) Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee. Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha. (Beat starts) C Murder Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas) Neighborhood dope man I mean real niggas Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten Ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long Never cook yo dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine. 1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow 2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powda is crack. Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked. Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4times) Silkk My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What you need (Silkk bout a coupla K) I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom'stable I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's See me and P and C ??? with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales Come up short My money jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas guts They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot That's why I acts like this But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this) I made crack like this Chorus Masta P Nigga Nigga never let a nigga Front you no dizos Start from the ground Work yo way up to a kilo Get some killas on yo team Keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools come short get rowdy Kick down doors Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope Without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use V-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele Check the man made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 1. Never talk on the phone in ya house 2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house 3. Never fuck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Keep a low key And if you movin weight Treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty G 5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stay bay wit it. Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 casek you intrigue me. you seem to always come with information and data. yes homosexual Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sleeping Pills Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 i think casek is a computer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushawn wuan Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 get off that nigga nuts man *stay bay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushawn wuan Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 casek is jhonny 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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El Jefe Uno Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 Casek = Googleoner? Conspiracy theory Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IrishCarBombs Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 My name’s Derek I’m from Queens, right there on Merrick Raised off honesty, loyalty, good merits Got a little sister and my pop just perished And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish Young when they bagged me Seven in the can, it’s torture and I just did that for manslaughter Odds was against me, murder in the second degree Made it less cuz I gave ‘em a plea It’s done passed, now a dude home tryna clean up his past But all niggas know me for is the past Though my mind’s always thinking how to pocket some cash They know if something never sparked it’ll cock it and blast Now I’m tryna live straight and get my act together But my mom struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago when I wasn’t home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Said no child of hers would have had that never But with all the dirt I was doing, I felt like I had to protect her I had to protect us Instead of me selling crack forever She rather me in ShopRite getting bags together Past endeavors won’t allow me to get work, forced me to get work On apps they ask if you ever been to jail Like if I say yes you’ll hire me, nigga don’t lie to me I got a little sister that’s nine, plus moms is chillin With some new dude I think she’s feeling But he don’t help with the bills and I’m back on the strip So we don’t go broke, I’m back to this hammer that I have to tote Stash you know, I’m killin ‘em Only nigga on the ave with coke Only man in the house I gotta bring in cash And them two checks a month that mom get don’t last Little Sally’s real young, she’s developing fast Oh you thinking the same thing, it’s a hell of a task Then they clip me, plain clothes, cops came to get me But knew that I had mine on, threatened to hit me And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant They knew about it all, they said they had an informant I’m back in the cage, the cell, with the apes in jail Now I’m back in this 8x12 See I tried to live right, but society ain’t made for niggas to live right So mommy just write, mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight And I’ll be home real soon, don’t cry its aight My name’s Sally And I'm from Queens, I'm not happy Dad passed away, mom remarried Got a big bro, he's in jail Mom said for “some things that he used to sell” And I'm always with stepdad, his name’s Bo And there’s some things about him that my mom don't know And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty And I'm really scared of him, he's already hit me He touches me places, I don't like it And I ain’t talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss I mean touch me places that’s private And he don't just touch, he put something inside it He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet Moms only wit 'em cause our money is low I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old And my mom’s in love so she makes excuses But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises Why stepdaddy gotta take me through this? Help, somebody, I’m getting raped, I can’t do this Nobody understands I'm weary Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion All the while moaning and pushing You’se try to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it’s something you don't wanna be a part of Cuz even when it's over, ya life it'll scar ya Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat He can tell I'm mad But stepdaddy touched me, fucked me You think that I can tell him that? Bo called the cops on him, could I tell him that? Yup, thought you’d agree so I keep it all to me Baby on the way, and I'm not working And I know it's his cuz I used to be a virgin Derek says he’ll handle it, wipe my tears He don't know, this is what it’s like for years And it falls on deaf ears Damn mommy please come home Please mommy don’t leave us alone Some secrets are hard to keep Some secrets make it hard to sleep And sleep is the only time I feel safe Still the act haunts me And I know that I'ma wake up with stepdaddy on me My name's Bo Got a chick named Pam that I live with But she's always in church, real religious I had a son, he was young, he was gifted Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas Three shots, close range with a hand gun I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son I knew when I pulled the mil out harder And went on a manhunt just to kill their father Derek and my boy had a mutual friend And put me on, going, “What I gotta do for revenge?” Derek's coming home now, and he's gonna get it And I know he'll be looking for me with a biscuit Not hard to find, got them techs in handy And I'm in his house having sex with his family I got his mom on the bed and the canopy And I'm with his sister molesting her candy Now he know it all, his friend probably told him And you can't hide nothing in a hood so small But then it came Sunday, Bo ain’t have to work Just humped on Sally, Pam is in church Derek bust in, Bo just froze White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes Screams, "Get ready for your funeral, Bo!" And then he reached to his hip and let a few of ‘em go Cuz he's packing, but Sally starts gasping Holding her stomach, I guess she started having contractions Bo grabbed his, now they both got heat, just gunning Both ignoring the seed that's coming Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out, “Stop!" Holes in the wall, now the scene's getting hot Next thirty seconds all that’s seen is the cops Yellow tape up, now the scene's getting blocked Barricades up, yup, you already know y'all Ambulance there, street full of patrol cars Cops on the megaphone, "Come down now!" But it all calmed down somehow Bo comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms Derek comes down, little Sally in his arms She had nothing to say, she was hit by a stray Shots done ricocheted, cops take ‘em away And now some niggas miss him But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally Nah it was the dumb niggas wit ‘em When we gon learn to treat our people sacred? In some type of way, kid, we all related When we gon grow and get rid of the hatred? But this shit happens on a regular basis This shit happens on a regular basis This type of shit happens every day kid Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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stay bay wit it. Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 Casek = Googleoner? Conspiracy theory :lol: :lol: word. i think youre on to somthing... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 cam'ron: "yo b, lemme get an EXTRA WATER" -- lil wayne: "daddy i want cookies" baby aka birdman: "i took dat bwah ta c worl'!" -- kanye west & lil wayne (this another hit barry bonds): lil wayne & birdman (make up sex): Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawood Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 Damn Irish carbombs... I can't beleive I read all of that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LIVERWURST* Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 So did I. What's that from? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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CACashRefund Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 First you cut the stove up 450 degrees farienhiet Mix the bakin soda wit the china white Sugar delight, puruvian flake crack rock Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot Then rock it up Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up Thats how I rock it up Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 johnny 5 is ALIVE!!!! and his name is casek. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 Whaaaaaa You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones of dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour And most of our customers come up to us daily Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy - a hustler, baby What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings and z's to the fiends, and ecstasy and weed to the teens You need to see Wheez - anything you like and I have 'em From crack to Viagra, and Vicadins valiums I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av So get all your money together, come and get my slabs I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav' And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid For the white people, when I get you bricks for ten, I know theright people And I keep a nine on my waistline And I'ma be right on the corner, wodie - I'm gonna grind Nigga, y'all gon' respect Wheezy, or else the tec squeezin'shots I have your chest steamin' hot, and your sis' screamin',"Stop!" I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep allnight So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street allnight Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get misused 'cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes And the bricks move every followin' week So if you need to get it, too, then holla at me - got powder ord And I shower your streets until your av pass out More bricks than the three of your pigs' last damn house Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts And issue work for half and just grab that south For real, nigga - Wheezy Whee tryin' to shine From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack tomove Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'ma tax adude Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma Sometimes I play it sour - what you thought was yay was flour I pull whatever for the cheddar - nigga gotta flash and floss Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run I'm tryin' to get rich 'cause I wan' shine You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Ferris Bueller Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 COCAINE IN THE POT BAKIN SODA WATER HOT WHEN THA ICE CUBES DROP LOOKIT THAT THAAATS CRACK! :D FUCK THAT I AINT GOTTA MAKE SENSE, IM ME. YA DIG? human crack. with rell in the background. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deloner Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 mero and friends White dude in back right corner is saying "nigga pleaseeeeee" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 hahahaha.. damn that was a good one del Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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MrChupacabra Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 2007 booze, broads, drugs, and money, son. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hatetown Posted November 2, 2007 Share Posted November 2, 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...
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