this n**** named streets thats where imma leave em at/he aint got no picture but all these niggas can c he wack/and 4 the record he never be in em/he da ype 2 wear that dip set tight jean denim/actin like he hard frontin like he got heat in em/when he had 2 cut the bottom just 2 get his feet in em/im eatin this n**** and he got sweet in em/he make my trigger finger ITCH i can see the B in em/n**** i run streets cant u tell how i got my feet in em/niggas must be dumb tryin 2 beef wit em/ya right hand man is p**** ill kill em then u can sleep wit em/actin like a wolf when i can see the sheep in em/no u not the lox, streets aint comin back man/i can have ya whole fam took out jus 4 a half of stack, man/i lay my gun game down b****** n niggas call me the mack man/ya s*** kina weak i dont think u should rap man
Toy soldier
Theres nothing more I can say about his soft ass
That his name havent already told ya
Look at this b**** ass all greased up
Preparing for a gay porno
Sweet ass on his back with his knees up
Streets da block...
Your b**** face meets my c***...
knock her teeth out as i drop a load in her mouth..
then bend her over till she tell me i need to stop...
now she walk funny her mouth bleeding like she was eating rocks...
ICEtea ya ah name jacker so I have to diss ya
Muthaphuck you & that K9 that's wit cha
I'm the Source of that street s*** if you want an issue
Your picture lets the world know you a b****
So I can kill you now & yo liter wouldn't miss you.
Permalink Reply by sco on April 26, 2008 at 9:29pm
i smash your face with my fist till u completly done
u was safe behinde computer now i make u run.
f*** all this b******* i goin straight at you
and i keep going hard at you and your hoe ass crew
fat ass n****, wearing plastic chain
fake ass n**** start respect ppls from spain
spending ur life inside eatin burgers and frites
this was the judgement day for b**** ass young streets
Young Streetz, / he's got it confused / Says he's streetz / but from the burbz / in a hood n****'s shoes..// Wannabe / he's gonna be / a decent rapper / one day / if he wins the battle / against himself / and the fact that he's gay..//
Yeah, / I called you gay / because you're suckin' / the d*** / and ashamed / of who you are; / that's why you don't post a pic! //
Hypo-chondriac n**** / You SWEAR you're sick... / but a f** / in thug's clothing; / you wear lipstick. //
Probably / rocks a purse; / I'll tell you what's worse / He twisted Latinoo's rhyme / and made it HIS verse../ Where I'm from: / they call it biting / Where you're from: / it's a remix. / You suck alot, / you bite alot. / You need to get your teeth fixed! //
f*** it - I don't rap no more; I'm on beats now.. :)
YOUNG .........YEAH YOU SOUND/STREETZ YOU NEED TO GET OFF/PICK UP A BOOK OR SOMETHING YOUR IGNORANT DOG/YOUR WHOLE STYLE WAS LAME / I THINK YOU SPAZZED FROM DA BRAIN/ I DON'T READ CHICKEN SCRATCH / TRY REWRITING YOUR VERSE AGAIN / & THIS TIME(PAUSE) TAKE YOUR TIME / PROOF READ YOUR LINES / CROSS YOUR T'S DOT YOUR I'S / AND YOU WON'T BE THE ONE WITH THE D**** IN UR ASS AT SIGNING TIME/ PLEASE SOMEBODY RAPE THIS BOY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA
in plain sight of a foe's critique, my flow's mystique,
but f*** what y'all think?; young streetz gona bow at my feet,
you want PENIS? catch the skeet, this man's a freak,
better yet get the hell out, streetz is the only mexican we need,
stop tryna feed, off the heat that i bring, ya tongue'll get singed,
trust me, you'll get f***** worse than droppin soap in the bing,
damn it i'm king, streetz's a servant, pullin up curtains,
his girl feedin me grapes, my d*** she jerkin, suckin a serpent,
bust cream like jergens..
Yeah Fridge you're nice / I'll have to put you on ice / Air you out so bad / you'll have to post twice.. // ..just to keep up. / Ask you man Young / I cleaned the streez up. / This battle will be so easy / I can prop my feet up. //
Who you gonna heat up? / Who you gonna eat up? / Your rhyme style is rugged, / but your shoes are all beat up! // Take you / for half your s*** / like we skipped the prenup. / Fat as f*** / with man-b**** / you probably wear a D-cup.. // Bake a n**** / like Anita / I won't need / a beat - / to beat ya... / You were born / a b****.. / so that's how I'll treat ya... // Just ask Jareeka / Shareefer / and Teresa. / You're not from Flatbush / just some n**** from Topeka. //
When I'm done / you won't wanna see me again / I'll make you p*** from the front / but bleed from the end / You thought it was all about RAP / I put an *E* on the end / F*** rewinding the s*** back, / just buy the CD again.. //
I keep it real when i rap like really, i don't really spit foam my s*** flows dearly, Mister P's name sounds queery, swap the "I" with "A" and ur name shows clearly, i think u might be gay whats with the "Caps Lock" M.P.? O u just warming up bra? That s*** sound filthy, wheneva i see u ima give u 50, (feet that is) cuz two positives don't match, I reap mad-libs as i ponder on what to rap, you livin up yo name though but why you camoflauged that? The streets talkin as the story goes, I might as well ghostwrite for Romeo cuz yo flow's wack.
Mister P.Q. you cant really be here you're see thru
i got 6 and 7 year olds that can eat you
deafeat you, you a happy meal you sound soft adjust your E.Q.
break ya legs and ur wings then put the heat to ya beek too
bird ass n**** I ruffle ya feathers
send you to fly down south im fridge i bring cold weather
freestyling on thisis50 can you do better
when i fucc ur b**** she'll say i did better
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