| Lyrics Fuck It |
Date Posted: 01-05-2009 at 07:41 PM - Comments (0) |
im building blocks, im followed by shadows of corrupted cops,
unemployed so i gotta make the gwaup,in front of shops makin kids smoke pot,
In the block many plot, gotta keep a lokkout from gettin shot,
Its a must to keep a piece to cease heart beats of enemies,
gotta keep the heat close to heat those who envy me,
my closest dogz who put the fear in G'z no longer breathe,
now we standin in the cemetary hearts filled with grief,
casket slowly goin under... so hard to see,
filled with anger my own ppls now wnats a part of me,
fingers pointed at me bcuz im the cuz of this tragedy,
they always see the bad side.... never see the better half of me,
label me a menace to society.... a muthafuckin riot king,
they call me satan bcuz i never do the right thing,
to the kidz im a bad influence but i blame it on the bright screen,
these muthafuckas droppin names, and not every day u can live life like a nice dream,
so FUCK IT!! Bcuz its who make the most cream befo they kick the bucket,
alotta tricks! so hard to find a bitch who can save and budget, haha real talk
fuck a college, i dont need that kinda knowledge,
all i need to know is right and wrong to be honest,
with good sense... call me dumb and feed the fire to ur guilty conscience, ha
street smarts come first,graduated top class.... another day and i aint ina hearse,
today ill probally be bitin the dirt,who carez im puttin in work,
reppin with metal L weapons,raisin hell with aggression,
but only to survive in the hood that i step in,
another cat capped i only did it for protection,
speakin of protection my condom popped now im the pop...why me LORD?
I gotta alotta kids... now these tricks want child support,
FUCK IT!! heres a little change for my babies iight,
And if i die tell em i was a soldier who lived a crazy life, |
| Lyrics 09 |
Date Posted: 01-05-2009 at 07:40 PM - Comments (0) |
Fuck the police,we hold heats,
we soldiers survivn in these cold streets,
toasters in holsters we ridin where the foes be,
even tho i hold my enemies closely,
its death to all who wanna ghost me,
all glocks got infs so we aint missin,shots persistant,
let the cannons burst and take away ur mans existance,
away from planet earth whos gonna miss him,
missiles blastin, pistols grabbin, ur mans a bitch he missin in action,
let the shells exchange wit over heated machines with the nozzle flames,
we livin the dream to splatter brains with M-16's,
bitch niggaz switchin teams, i spray em from far with the AR-15,
take cover by the mini van,my my nine milly hit any man,
i'll leave ur body numb,shots thunder make everybody jump,
make the city run with the mini gun,u want more then u really dumb,
I'll pump the pump and put the chump in the city dump,
my attitudes like NWA,I bring trouble ur way,
im the badder dude with a double barrel... whos ready to play,
im ur worst enemy with a semi ready to spray,
four fours tucked in the draws,ready to blast whores,
ride around with trucks strap with c4,
what you sluts wanna beef for?
they aint make gunz for nuttin! lets start this street war,
this AK with the banana clip will make any man flip,
why u cats talkin hard like we dont blast pricks,
i let the gat spark like a match stick,
leave ur brain half split,sittin in the casket wit ur ass stiff,
a bastard in a church with catholics,
mission complete,09 is ur year? then ur vision is weak,
Writers Block on line 30...
I ryhme dirty... Ha
2009 FREESTYLE!! |
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