LOL ONCE AGAIN MIS BODYGUARD YOU IMPRESS ME,I THINK SPIN WAS JUST FOUKING AROUND BUT HE DID GET ROY JONES.NIGGA DO GOT HEART AND MUCH RESPECT FOR EVEN STEPPIN TO THOSE CATS BODYGUARD...
i bring nuttin but drama when i step in da ring/ so if u want beef im da burger king/ and if u jump stupid then i'll let my nina fly/ and when it hit u move ya body like u was nina sky/ and boy i always fight but i aint slangin my fists/ i gotta ak that'll turn ya face into grits/ so dint mess wit me son, cuz i aint that nice/ i'll leave hopin u got some teeth like obie trice/ and i got hella paper, u prolly cant even pay ya rent/ u should be in da g-unit cuz only got 50 cents/ and im da champion and all challenger i burry em'/ yall boys is scared of da beef like yall some vegetarians/ and on dat note ima b up outta hear/ call me da krunkid aka sumthin 2 fear
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waves and not brushin dats a oxymoron not brushin, u must be a moron
YEAH SPIN GOT ROASTED BODY GUARD,BUT YOU HAD TO RESPECT THE FACT THAT HE CAME AT BOTH OF THEM AND ALL COSIGNING NIGGAS,YOU HAVE TO EXCEPT THE FACT THAT THIS SITE CAN BE BIAS TO DREAMTEAM MEMBERS SO I FELT SPIN......
Aight once again I have 2 show yall How we do dis down in da dirty south.
Okay, let's cut the crap/ I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap/ I only stick with that/ 'cause my ma don't wan' see me flip the crack/ And I'm quick to click and spit the gat/ I be dipped in black/ Sip the Coke mixed with Jack/ - Calico, clip to match/ Like: where them cats who trippin' at?/ - Point niggas out/ cause right now I'm full of that spinach that'll knock Lennox out/ Which one of these niggas playin' with me?/ I'ma strap up and slam his parent's street/ When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats/ I be damned if he get a chance to sleep/ I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his family tree/ I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me/ Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her panty crease/ There has to be some explanation for this insanity/ Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)/ Now give me the dank/ Niggas claim they want war when I suggest you live in a tank/ What's your kid gonna think?/ Come home and find your wig in the sink/ I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then cruise to Haiti/ For fifty G's/ I get ten ki's/ and straight out weight it/ I lock my area down - you can ask these boys/ They know I got more white than the Backstreet Boys/ Never catch me nigga without them plastic toys It get drastic, boy!!!!!!!
Holla yall niggas cant**** wit me.
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u niggas must be real stupid to think im scared to battle any nigga on this site
nigga i consider the industry as my competition stop talkin out your ass cardinal aint challenge me so i aint battle him and if u were payin attention u would notice i said this aint the place for battles
YALL REALLY Startin to get me tite i dont even read half yall rhymes cuz they bore me i'll knock yall down one by one without even goin hard
niggas cant even rhyme and talkin ALOT OF SH*T and i dont gas myself up....niggas give me props i say thank u i move on
Man let me kill yo ass Mr. fab aka fag right quick cause its obvious youre scared to battle me.
I'm racin through/ in the Mercedes Coupe/ Got yo' wife at my house and she naked too/all my niggas all around sayin shake it boo/ You best belive that im not no rookie boy/**** around and get them waves turned to pussy boy/ taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this **** that we call America/ and in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible/ If I live to be old, it's a miracle/ 'cause the way a nigga hatin' or ***** plottin', the ****'s hysterical/ That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo/ Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you/
Man let me kill yo ass Mr. fab aka fag right quick cause its obvious youre scared to battle me.
I'm racin through/ in the Mercedes Coupe/ Got yo' wife at my house and she naked too/all my niggas all around sayin shake it boo/ You best belive that im not no rookie boy/**** around and get them waves turned to pussy boy/ taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this **** that we call America/ and in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible/ If I live to be old, it's a miracle/ 'cause the way a nigga hatin' or ***** plottin', the ****'s hysterical/ That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo/ Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you/
nigga u rollin on a peddle bike and im a pimp, i go to harlem and peddle dykes nigga i can see your future, the rest of your life is grim my army'a put bullets to your waist, make u a soldier slim these south niggas swear they the hardest how u claim yall got skills when nelly's your top artist u gassed, imma bring u back down to earth have u reincarnated like chris rock in "down to earth" u can come back white, maybe then you'll have em type abilities nigga i got punchlines, u still f*ckin round with similies i got connects to beams with the crazy glow and so many niggas to clap at ya, u think u at a jay z show
why wont niggas just let me be stop chokin on my d*ck, just let it breathe slugs restin in the gun, i dont wanna let them leave and hit u in the head, turn it red like eve i told u too many times this is a wave site if u want a short career it could be the gravesite every day they wanna battle, its the same little d*cks gauranteed 2 years gonna be the same ones takin flicks waitin in the cold for autograph sessions and they all want to rap, but i aint givin out lessons im above yall niggas, but i dont look down on you i come on the net and give pounds to you but yall niggas take the love, and throw back hate so i gotta go midevil and throw back stakes pierce your chest, rip your heart and to be honest, half of yall should quit 4 u start this aint a punchline fest, this is the lyrics behind the bars i dont wanna kill u, it aint fun writin lyrics behind bars niggas wont let me chill and rest in PEACE so i gotta have they whole block sayin rest in peace a moment of silence for another wannabe rapper u play a thug well, should be an acadamy actor for the last time yall should hop off b4 i put 2 m's to your chest like evisu knock offs yall wanna rap? when i get on i'll give u a turn but its hard for u to be cool when u stuck in a urn for the last time, yall aint seein the kid Y. Foch kinda like u that Ray dude played by J. Fox what u expect? im gonna battle every nigga that want a piece i cut your waves off, and leave u deCEASE(r)D
that goes out to all yall niggas that want a piece of me lets face it most of u suck imma stop sugarcoating sh*t there are a FEW people with skills the rest of yall, i aint got time for u i come here to chill no beef im not here to sit and type out rhymes all day this aint freestyle friday NOW F*CK OFF!!!!!! on some real sh*t
p.s. if u dont use proper structure in writing rhymes, ie ........ ........ ............. ........, i aint even readin it niggas be on some run on sentence sh*t ......./ ........../ .........../................/
FAB ON THE REAL YOU AND CARD GOT TALENT I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT,I JUST CANT FIGURE OUT HOW YOU FIGURED OUT MY (NOTHING) RIDDLE SO FAST. I GUESS THE REAL BATTLE WILL NEVER GO DOWN THATS KOOL I STILL GOT OLD THREAD.
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