Post by WildCat on Aug 13, 2005 22:27:57 GMT -5
[LIL BLUEJAY]
REAL NIGGAS HIT THE BLOCK, THATS WHEN CRIPS GET TO CLAPPIN/
THIS MUFUCCIN SLOB NEED TO QUIT HIS YAPPIN/
WESTWAY ROLLIN 6'S IS THE SET I CLAIM/
GET MURKED ON TE BLOCC, SO THE HOOD KNOW YA NAME/
COCK BACC AND BLOW YA BRAINS/
DUDE IS SCREAMIN HE GANGSTA, HE NEED TO CHILL/
MURK EM IN THE STREETS AND TURN HIS ASS INTO ROAD KILL/
YOU KNOW YOU WACK CUZ AINT NOBODY FEELIN YA SHIT/
EVERY SONG WE MAKE, WE BE KILLIN THE SHIT/
YALL NIGGAS IS NICKEL AND DIMEING, IM DEALING WITH BRICKS/
THEY ALREADY KNOW NOT 2 FUCK WIT ME CUZ I PACK HEAT/
AND THIS DUDES BELONG IN THE CANDY SHOP CUZ HE THAT SWEET/
THIS NIGGA COULDNT BEAT BOW WOW, YEAH HE THAT WEAK/
REALLY DOG, YOU DONT WANNA MESS WITH THIS/
THE .45 WILL SPIN YA HEAD AROUND LIKE THAT BITCH ON THE EXORCIST/
YALL NIGGAS IS FALLIN OFF, YOU ON THE LOSIN TEAM/
MY RHYMES SO HOT, THEY PROLLY MELTIN YA COMPUTER SCREEN/
MUFUCCA WE KEEP THEM SCOPES, YEAH WE USIN BEAMS/
[WildCat]
Lil G don’t want none steady steppin to ALL CRIPS
Popin yo mouth off can get my cum stains on yo lips
Ting, ting, pop, pop---BlueJay said bodies is gettin dropped
So don’t fuck wit us--- He Cuz, stop movin them rocks
And wear yo VEST now, there will be no REST now
SLOBZ is fallin all around you, so be on yo BEST now
got a nigga on some Biggie and Pac shit
In a war I don’t care, I just sqeeze and shoot this
I wouldn’t mind seeing you slobs---front page of THE TIMES
About how they stole lines and rhymes, got clapped and DIED
Ain’t got to mention names NEmore, J2D know who dis bout
Buying my henny at the strore, shoot da AK and I shout
It hurts to watch a nigga fall, black on black crime
My mind is against it, but these niggas have to crawl
As for the HEAT, when y’all bitches start shit then we finish it
Dreams of yo death keep me smiling while lyrically killin it
SLOB u actin fuckin retarded, TO LIL G: “I’ma have to hurt cha”
Pull a drive by on yo block and perform a MASS MURDA
REAL NIGGAS HIT THE BLOCK, THATS WHEN CRIPS GET TO CLAPPIN/
THIS MUFUCCIN SLOB NEED TO QUIT HIS YAPPIN/
WESTWAY ROLLIN 6'S IS THE SET I CLAIM/
GET MURKED ON TE BLOCC, SO THE HOOD KNOW YA NAME/
COCK BACC AND BLOW YA BRAINS/
DUDE IS SCREAMIN HE GANGSTA, HE NEED TO CHILL/
MURK EM IN THE STREETS AND TURN HIS ASS INTO ROAD KILL/
YOU KNOW YOU WACK CUZ AINT NOBODY FEELIN YA SHIT/
EVERY SONG WE MAKE, WE BE KILLIN THE SHIT/
YALL NIGGAS IS NICKEL AND DIMEING, IM DEALING WITH BRICKS/
THEY ALREADY KNOW NOT 2 FUCK WIT ME CUZ I PACK HEAT/
AND THIS DUDES BELONG IN THE CANDY SHOP CUZ HE THAT SWEET/
THIS NIGGA COULDNT BEAT BOW WOW, YEAH HE THAT WEAK/
REALLY DOG, YOU DONT WANNA MESS WITH THIS/
THE .45 WILL SPIN YA HEAD AROUND LIKE THAT BITCH ON THE EXORCIST/
YALL NIGGAS IS FALLIN OFF, YOU ON THE LOSIN TEAM/
MY RHYMES SO HOT, THEY PROLLY MELTIN YA COMPUTER SCREEN/
MUFUCCA WE KEEP THEM SCOPES, YEAH WE USIN BEAMS/
[WildCat]
Lil G don’t want none steady steppin to ALL CRIPS
Popin yo mouth off can get my cum stains on yo lips
Ting, ting, pop, pop---BlueJay said bodies is gettin dropped
So don’t fuck wit us--- He Cuz, stop movin them rocks
And wear yo VEST now, there will be no REST now
SLOBZ is fallin all around you, so be on yo BEST now
got a nigga on some Biggie and Pac shit
In a war I don’t care, I just sqeeze and shoot this
I wouldn’t mind seeing you slobs---front page of THE TIMES
About how they stole lines and rhymes, got clapped and DIED
Ain’t got to mention names NEmore, J2D know who dis bout
Buying my henny at the strore, shoot da AK and I shout
It hurts to watch a nigga fall, black on black crime
My mind is against it, but these niggas have to crawl
As for the HEAT, when y’all bitches start shit then we finish it
Dreams of yo death keep me smiling while lyrically killin it
SLOB u actin fuckin retarded, TO LIL G: “I’ma have to hurt cha”
Pull a drive by on yo block and perform a MASS MURDA