I Concure
Yeah skale u alwayz come with some heat, that shrap gangster shit!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
he who fucks wit me neva knew no betta
on the street i drop more weight than an anerexic sumo wrestler
sippin the finest wines wit a good taste like gucci leather
neva have i been the type 2 buss about cheese
but i got more green than when pinnochio sneeze
melodic melodies like tickling piano keys
confuse ya mind like men on they knees thynkin they shes
but sum cats will do anything 4 dough on the streets
thats why i keep 2 myself wit the safety off my heat
not tryin 2 b a hero dog but i am a survivor
yet quick 2 flip the script like deniro in taxi driver
"When I die bury me with the LO on...Official to the death for all eternity and so on"Lo Down & Dirty" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL""MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface
co-signOriginally Posted by noel411
peace
[dead prez]
On the block, colossal hostile status
Trees is history,
Now I hang cops from lattice
We Be da mystery/
Yeah we dropped the stratus
Cuz the high blocks was poppin at us
The “clocks” na had it,
So its “time” to plot the havoc... /
Stalk the maverick, back to his hideout
Waited till the lights out,
He took foreva to get settled,
Fuckin caught a dry mouth/
Came through a basement window
And I ain’t chase’in indo,
Walked in on him an his friend yo
Pulled the baby gat, outa my timbo/
Real convient see’in his stash right away
In this flashin room,
On the ceilin he had a fast light array/
Took his hoe wit me, but first I pat’em down
Could of got blown away,
By the gat an mac I found/
Strapped him down, then proceeded to the stash
When two cats came out,
The flashin room, Speakin wit a rasp
Try to leave me leakin wit a gash/
But I moved and they hit her
Damn, I know that shit hurt!
But thats what these brick’s worth
Cuz dis cinci, not no pitts-burgh/
On some crazy shit, I hit both a'em, wit one shot
Threw the crazy bitch,
Then bout eighty six, is what I done got/
Out the stash, then I ran up the basement steps
Not know’in upstairs,
Is where, his kid, jason slept/
He musta been called the cops after the shots
I’m shocked,
Moved through the backdoor, rock’in the glock/
In hand, move to the getaway van,
Slide in,
My nigga asked did I get the ten grand?
I lied then/
I had 86 g’s in the bag, but i said I got thirty
Split him fifteen plus the mag, cuz now the glocks dirty/
Thats how my clique do,
So don’t come through new, if u bitch dude
Just do what the rich do, an stay away, cuz we will stick you/
[N.E.L.]
i make jacks laid back, straight snatch ya pape stacks
your fake raps gon make cats check you for weight, mack
break the back of your head wit a black 9 pistol whippin
take ya packs and ya bread and that shine then i get to dippin
split second decisions gonna git ya brains blowin out
this weapon is spittin if i think you lames holdin out
i dont play around bitch, lay on the ground ho
ill silence your fuckin ass so dont make a sound yo
silencers on the gats, black flag on my face to pull a heist
drugs and paper is the price or we take your fuckin life
dont throw your life away B, shut up and be cooperative
dont even try to play G, remember you aint got to live
i be heartless, ruthless, black gloves and im faceless
if i want somethin ill take it, act up and get slayed bitch
you can make this easy, or you can make me mad fag
you can leave breathin, or you can leave in a black bag
Last edited by SHRAP; 12-12-2006 at 02:44 AM.
sorry this shit is more than a week late, didnt feel like rappin
Nice verse Shrap. The content's not my thing, but I know that's just how you do. And you do it well too. Props G.
good job on puttin this shit together shrap
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
dope liked the shit keep comin with the fire you fuckerz,good collbo
peace
666
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feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
solid shit.. came together well
Awww Man history in the making, Shrap airing it out! and Prez ripped it too. Nice lines from both heads, props, and respect.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Good shots everbody on the feed
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
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