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Permalink Reply by REDBYRD AKA DRAMASETTA on May 20, 2008 at 4:12pm

we aint shootin doors we kickin those down buckin ya brawd dont let me catch you while you up in them draws we gon muder yall criminal minds pac 9's when rock dats how they get down till they rot if your gun pop n**** my gun pop do da math sumbdy ass gone be up in da box...........big noyd

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Permalink Reply by P.90 on May 20, 2008 at 4:13pm

A B**** WILL BE RICH IF SHE COULD SPEND BABIES/ I DISRESPECT NIGGAS CALL MEN LADIES/ WHERE IM FROM THE GUN SOUND LIKE M80'S/ I WEAR TIMBS ALL YEAR BLACC BROWN & GRAVY/ BANKS GOT A FLOW THAT COULD BACC DOWN THE NAVY/ & IF YOU OWE ME GET SMACKED DOWN OR PAY ME lloyd banks

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Permalink Reply by ***Prince of The 5280, Mile High Baby!*** on May 20, 2008 at 4:34pm

I'm that rap n**** that you heard with Tupac, Sole, Lynch & Bo,

Wake up show with King Tech and Sway, Yukmouth, Thicker Than Water,

Gang Related, Eminem, Roger Trout, Mc Ren, n**** Spice One and Nem.

Hit'em with a venom sit'em down kill'em when I spit,

When I get a bit of scrilla Tech is giving niggas s***,

Love who love us but the playa hatin' niggas better split

It'll never be another Teccanina when I quit
- "KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON BY TECH N9NE

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Permalink Reply by Sheedy Gonzalaz da Chainsaw on May 20, 2008 at 4:40pm

no favorite but ima say Pac
"EVERY STEP, BRINGIN ME CLOSER TO EMBRACE A EARLY DEATH"

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Permalink Reply by WIZZAR on May 20, 2008 at 4:50pm

why is it hard for me to think that i'll probably die in poverty, why the police authority only f*** with minorities, why is there black blood in thugs arteries, why does the cold part of me got me loving crime whole heartedly, why is the federal beurocrasy prophasy locking me, i kop a key rock a commodity, locking ya property, stock a monopoly properly while the bocca be knocking me, why hypocrasy tryna rob me of my philosphy.

Saigon - i could have taken any part of the song "true story"

but then it depends what type of rap you like - in terms of intelligence then thats the s*** right there !

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Permalink Reply by Calvin Hubbard on May 20, 2008 at 5:08pm

I want you reach and pop mine damn ya label dropped you, while at least you got signed you know not a killa n**** stop lying.I bite any n**** in the streets shots firing all you hear is chick chick boom and cop sirens, I have doctor tellin' ya piece he stop trying and having aunt huging ya mom like stop crying its cassidy you prick hash to my lips flash the over my wrist and spittin like I just sniffed a half of a brick be honest who you know rhyme nastiest as this

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Permalink Reply by g on May 20, 2008 at 6:12pm

Cam'ron
go head stupid niggas go and f*** with them chips
im a third lil piggy im a f*** with them bricks
50 Cent
Throughout my struggles in the hood i started learning
Lifes a b**** with a pretty face but she burning
LLoyd Banks
P***** love nelly he made it cool to wear band-aids
Jay-Z
Your Little homie's jungle is a garden to me
Jay-z
When the grass is cut the snakes will show
Big Pun
Flawless Victory
Ya Niggas cant do s*** to me
Physically, Lyrically, Hypethically, Realisticlly
SunKiss
Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom,
"UPS ma'am sign here," send a bomb
Leave that b**** - roasted and toasted like a chestnut
And if I run out of milk, for cereal, I leave her breasts cut
Jadakiss
Look it ain't much to talk about, f*** you
F*** where you from, you better wear your gun
Won't shoot nothin, but you will appear in court
I put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughts
Fabolous
Take a while to load the Cali
but the shots go quickly
put red spots on your neck
and they not no hickeys
Fabolous
Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me
Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy
Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me
Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam
But with the soap its gonna blam
The infared put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham
Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
Biggy
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
How much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy specially
If that man f***** up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Dont you know bad boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your momsll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, s***, for that fast buck
She be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I dont care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that God damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, s*** forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood dont mix like two dicks and no b****
Find yourself in serious s***
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you aint gettin bags stay the f*** from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin aint tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you aint got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules youll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl f***** my man jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good d***, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh
theres way more s*** but i cant remember

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Permalink Reply by rell on May 22, 2008 at 10:02pm

the trunk still got those blickies,
and dont even pass it my way if its not no sticky - fab

thats a hot song right there son. they all shut it down but of course cam kills it, good job

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Permalink Reply by itsdakid on May 20, 2008 at 6:51pm

"THIS RAP S*** ,BE CAREFULL ITLL GET TO YA HAD, HAVE YOU SCREAMIN F*** THA POLICE WHEN YOU SCARED OF DA FEDS, HERES A JEWEL, LOVE YA ENEMIES AND HATE YA FRIENDS, YA ENEMIES REMAIN THE SAME ,YA FRIENDS ALWAYS CHANGE " old 50 cent freestyle check it on youtube son killed it !!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRYXX4gOuYg

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Permalink Reply by REDBYRD AKA DRAMASETTA on July 8, 2008 at 9:03am

im hot boi i told ya b4 got dat benz and dat hummur off da show room floor i know you hate it when i pop up wrist all rocked up hood empty niggaz locked up they rats got em knocked up baby after baby da hood is crazy niggqaz will set you up and wet you up trust me they shady got a pit bull dogg i keep under my linen it dont bark it spark when da revolver spinning we winnning..............50 cent

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