daCripnigga wrote:
nigga u kno dis some crip shit
so dont even try to flip on some otha shit
and dont be tryin to trip on our shit
cuz yo ass will get hit
cuz we juss spit
and get this joint lit
nigga u gonna throw a fit
cuz ill knocc yo ass out
lil ass boy
tryin to run around
on these streets
tryin to so hard to be a gangbanger
and a coke slanger
but youz a fake gangster
and when you roll wit crip
that shitll get u hit
cuz we dont like fake ass niggaz
and niggaz who call us wiggaz
cuz we some bitch splittaz
and some slobk killaz
and these rhymes is tru
like im tru to da blue
nigga u dont kno what i been through
and now i put my anger into these lyrics
and let yall hear it
ill make yall fear it
when i put in this tracc
and grab da mic
nigga yo ass can take a hike
cuz its c’z up slobks down
and dats da way it go down
dont even try and come around
if youz a slobk
cuz well shoot up ya hood
and youll kno dat u shouldnta rolled wit blood
cuz dey some pussies
and ill knocc dey punk ass out
nigga u kno what im about
cuz ill throw yo ass down
throw up a C
and throw down a b
6K5 all day
now nigga what u got to say?
yo you know blood i betta
bloods gon win dis mutha fuckin vendetta
walk up to all ya’ll crip niggaz
slap you wita stacka chedda
i’m a east side blood
comin straight from da hood
if you blood throw it....then its all good
b’s up c’s down
crips crabs clowns
bloods bangin bitches wearin...big crowns
i’ll drop a crab in da water and make sure it’ll drown
wud up slobk?
think u hard?
u can try and run far
but ill find u and run u down wit a car
when i get out ill pop u wit a mac
right in ya fuccin bacc
ima C^rip nigga from 513
and for those of you who dont kno where dat be
its da Nasty Naty
and bitch u gonna see
dat we dont play
but we dont all got ak’s
but we all got a weapon
now take my warnin and heed
betta take ya slobk slippin and ass flee
dis nigga tryin to come back
but now he bout to run bak
cuz bloodz up in dis bitch and we run dat
i mean we run dis
you say you 513 well im 704 bitch
b-l-double o-d fuk crip
da only reason you call me aslob is cuz i eat crabs wit out a fork or a knife or a bib
before you capped
you need to take a step back
relax
boy i’ll hit you so hard you’ll fall into a relapse
dis nigga hatin on a blood, word
i eat crabs for breakfast lunh dinner and dessert
squeeze da crab so hard watch da nigga juices squirt
dis nigga think he good
he think he from da hood
well he aint shit to me
ima a real G
ill make him C
dat nothin he can say or do affects me
the disses u spit are shit
i read yo first diss and was like damn this nigga needa quit
why dont u get a job instead?
cuz u cant spit
not one bit
ill rip out yo muthafuccin heart
yea i roll wit da C’z
who gives a fucc about da b’z
C’z real
roll and we kill
bitch nigga finna get knocced out
so step in the ring
and get knocced da fucc out
princess this is a mans sport
YOUR JUST A GIRL SCOUT!
who gives a fuck about b’z? nigga u trippin
yo crab ass tryin to be slick u must be slippin
i’ll cock da nine on ya ass pull da trigga real quick
you a bitch as crip get off da tip of my dick
i’ll make a meal out of you a crab on a stick
you say i’m girl scout nigga i got more balls than you
its 9 trey in dis bitch who da fuck are you
you said you’ll knock me out, you lost ya damn mind
i won’t get knocked out, we’ll jus be in da ring for a very long time
i stay writin rhymes and cappin crabs
my shit is real like some ancient chinese slabs
hate me “cuz of my race” but I “won in my pace”
n had ya shook n suprised lika “gun to ya face”
see you “runnin away” so “hate who I be”
“hate what I lead” but you “hate what you see”
see I “faithfully be” who I “came with the key”
unlocked ya style exposed it, you “shame on ya frees”
I see ya “game was just peice” but i’m “framed in the heat”
so get who fire that burnz ya tire you “sway on the street”
please, “I said please” you “denounce my bein”
I “shout my spittin” I’m “about precision”
so I move, with “swift n style” the “quickest child”
the lines that back up ya feet, in the “quickest while”
but my “links aint foul” cuz my “chains are bonded”
like 007 when I “came the hardest”
aint an agent with ya girl, but I go “under the coverz”
tell ya baby you aint dad, n I went “under the motha”
while you got “fucked by a brotha” n “sucked for a brotha”
aint want neighbors to see so you “shut down the shutters”
aint no help you exposed like lil “ice on the sun”
the heat that makez ya sink, under the “ice of a gun”
whos the “nicest” so “like this” cant “imitate greatness”
dont “hesitate waitins” of “bettin ya payins”
you wanna roll ya life like casinos so you gettin “diced up”
so I leave you cut like butchers, fresh beef that’s “nice cut"
--- “The name of my car insurance is YO FUCKIN FAULT -Luda
lyrics, like blood i let it flow through my veins
and the skills just as nice, i wish i had vocals the same
this the soul train, indicted into the hall of fame
like ice and steel, swallowin the whole flame
but my flame never goes out, olympic torch
so i got the game whent eh bentley roll out
playin poker shootin dice, westside it was a good day
its nyc and la, call it a full house
keep a combat knife and bb gun, dont make me pull out
practice my aim every day, shootin holes in the leaves
make em fall from the trees, higher than my homies with the bags full of weed
savage like beasts, i grab at you.. weak,
yall aint never takin me down, fakin like clowns, cuz a kid gotta eat
do anythin.. my friend shot himself in the mouth
just for a ten.. i was like 'damn, is ur mind goin south?'
the kid crazy but i love him.. thats my main chink
when we ridin together, we gon spray on a bitch
he just like me, except he was always on the west coast
shout out to the bay too, lets get hyphy
my style is to trip nicely, and i never slip, right g?
keep my neck and wrists icy..
went from some taiwanese bootleg shit
to some more taiwnese bootleg shit... haha
cant blame me for pickin up a good deall...
fuck it.. im out
dasfk;ajdlsg
--- "Death is inevitable... Welcome it as a friend, and it can’t be your enemy”
What I wouldn’t give to start over...
hello how is everyone that rembers me i moved house and my internet was offline 4 ages takes the piss but i’m around agian holla bk ppl and any battles send um this way peace out 2True
--- (Canibus)i’m walking in swamp water wida a m16/mouth of a blood shove a gun in da mouth of a thug/to brake braces you say grace and make faces/i’ll display hate and brake you in eight places(Canibus)/LIKE TUPAC KEEPING IT £$THUG4LIFE$£
i’ll put rap superstar up with the stars
cuz he a pussy and looking 2 get scared
i’ll finish this with the american 2 bars
holla at the king and lets spar
no hate k holla bk
--- (Canibus)i’m walking in swamp water wida a m16/mouth of a blood shove a gun in da mouth of a thug/to brake braces you say grace and make faces/i’ll display hate and brake you in eight places(Canibus)/LIKE TUPAC KEEPING IT £$THUG4LIFE$£
DRoe is the name im more powerful than cocaine it only took a battle of champaign to fuck yo bitch i knw my hoe game is insane. ima bout to make this forum hotter than 6 fat bitches in a civic in this rap game you niggas need to quit it i pull hoes just as quick as my pivit i straighten niggas out like braccess and ill smack the fuck out of u and leave u taste less. See what u niggas need to understand is that i get hoes by the millions knock niggas out by the billions i dont play games when it comes to this rappin thang. A couple of you niggas think yall are hot well let me be the first to tell you your not. And I Aint Talkin Bout Ya DADDY But Ima Make You SEE POPS!!!!!!/(dam) Yea Money ,Shits No Longer Funny Playin You Like A DUMMY, And It Aint Gonna Be Snot...When I LEAVE HIS NOSE RUNNY!!!! Fuck It FAM, I Need A BUCKET DAM...YES..IM THAT SICK.. And Like Snoop And R.Kells DRoe IS THE SHIT “Rip This Pussy” Like Ive TORN HOES, Ill MOURN FOES, And Readin My Raps Give You “Headaches” Like Tight CORN ROLES (braids) Cuz Yea I MURDA RAPPAZ And Battlin Me Will HURT YA STATUS Cuz You Aint Worth “50 Cent” Like Ya Name Was CURTIS JACKSON/Bastard..my flow so HOT it like MARS up in here im all over the map like CARS my verses lethal like SARS BRIGHT like STARS these rhymes need to be put behind BARS they sound harmonic like the playing of guitars ima get off this site cause the rest of u niggas couldnt but up i fight if all yall bitch ass bite
Why kind of fools be messing up this forum?
These dumb tools, Shut up when I say decorum.
I’m a rising star, to be the best of the best.
Buy shit for my car, leave dust for the rest
I will fly mad far, to fall and pounce on yo chest
Our raps ain’t on par, Try putting them to the test.
Ha, the guy named droe better be fucking joking,
He said “corn roles," what the fuck is he smoking?
Thinks that spitting names, it means spitting game
Since the guy is tame, he should stop with the croaking.
Stop with the bullshit, can all you crap
I’ll put yo name on a bullet, your ass, i will cap.
damn g2g, i used my last 5 secs to type this out. THIS
My First Rap....and post ^^
(excuse my sloppyness)
Your flow is worse then a child pissing in a pool, you act a fool
doing theactivities on the back of the capn crunch box well your moms upstairs giving head to
fill your lunchbox//
Aids infested, Mentally meolested Lyrical rhymes leaving your cranium
pernamently damaged left to be ravaged//
im a rap savage leaving you to pick up pecies of
your mental appandage//
This is my tech 9 Piss me off? ill bust 9 even though it only takes
one to leave you on the street letting your blood run. Haha yea thats what i find fun//
Fuck heat ill beat you down till your
a vegetable thats right no longer will you be applicaple to make your own desicions
your sleezy ass will require supervision//
how does it feel to die im not gonna lie im
jealous youve done something i havent//
Your Irralavence to intelligence is sloppy thats//
what happends i know my flows
hard to copy//
you will be on an operating table with doctors that are not reliable they
will use filthy knives to undo and salvage your life but its to late my hate left
you in a critical state//
You will be buried in a grave where creatins will dig you up and violate your already torn prostate//
Crazier then crack cocaine my raps will leave
excrucial damage to your brain//
Fuck the raido shit these rhymes i kick are intelligent
there what youve been waiting for im advent//
The Only time you spit real is over a bowl
well your drool because i handed you a dollar to maintain this freshly popped collar//
its lame how you cant see my potential lyircal fame but thats not my aim its to kick
brutal and sadistic raps that will leave your kids a cystic mess//
Im Phycological insane
more so then david blane thinking hes auctully a magician thats people i like to
leave in an mentally unstable but living condition//
2True wrote:
i’ll put rap superstar up with the stars
cuz he a pussy and looking 2 get scared
i’ll finish this with the american 2 bars
holla at the king and lets spar
no hate k holla bk
You Wont Put Me Up With The 'Stars'....But Whats Certain Is Im’a 'Knock You Down', And You’ll Wake Up With 'SCARS!'// Cops 'Chase You Down', Put 'Behind Bars'// Your Chance Of Parole Is Like Me Driving Rocket Propelled 'CARS!'// Dont Call Me A Pussy, Im A 'Pussy Licker'// Compare Your Hair And Your Head...Which Is 'THICKER?'// Water And Vodka...Which is 'LIQUOR?'// My Finger To The Trigger Is 'Quicker' than The Light Switch 'Flicker'// Ill Pop A Clip Through Your Head Faster Than 50 Cent Can Say 'NIGGA!'
--- Dont Go Testin' My Boundaries, Cause You Wont Gain Entry//
Could Get Messy Like A Cocaine Druggies Mind When Hes Empty//
You guys are tools, think guns are toys,
Run and cap a fool, Roll with the big boys,
Ha i gotta laugh, cuz some of this makes me.
You guys seem to be daft, let’s see where this takes me.
Round 1:
Here little kids, now we gonna have some fun
You, I will dis, and make you come undone
While you got money in yo hand, girls on yo mind
You prolly a preppy boy, want to take it from behind
You go to a nice school, chill with your friends
You think you so cool, know it’s not your life’s end
To walk on the streets without being strapped and packing
Just kickin it to the beat, but your soul is lacking
You think you know the game when you memorize them lines
but this aint the way to fame, get shot a few times
Maybe he aint the best, but look at Jackson, Curtis
He a true G put to the test, I dunno why i blurt this
But you prolly reading a book, solving a rubik’s cube
d4e6 with chess rook, getting your first pube
YOu guys want to be Gs, but if you want, keep it real
Want the reward, pay the fees, THEN you’ll get the feel
Learn to walk, carry heat, have composure, kick to the beat
Get off your mother’s teat, in the Theatre of life,
we live by pain, death, chaos and strife
I play my own role, a damn city boy
But i got soul, and i got my own toys
Tech-9s i hold closely, tight to my side
I dont know the time i got left, but by it i abide
i got some unfinished shit i want to take care of
After i finish it, the money ill take a share of
but ill prolly get lied to, cheated, and shot
But this is my life, the one that bullets bought.
HA that was a joke, a mockery of you fools
I hope you damn choke, you childish tools
Think i’m always packing, carrying a nine
No, bitch, i was cracking, i dont wanna serve no time
I aint no fucking G, getting blasted on the streets
I dont do crack dealing, but i do kick it to the beat
SO i rap what i do, and i do what i rap
Put some soul in it fool, and it wont sound like UGH crap
daCripnigga wrote:
nigga u kno dis some crip shit
so dont even try to flip on some otha shit
and dont be tryin to trip on our shit
cuz yo ass will get hit
cuz we juss spit
and get this joint lit
nigga u gonna throw a fit
cuz ill knocc yo ass out
lil ass boy
tryin to run around
on these streets
tryin to so hard to be a gangbanger
and a coke slanger
but youz a fake gangster
and when you roll wit crip
that shitll get u hit
cuz we dont like fake ass niggaz
and niggaz who call us wiggaz
cuz we some bitch splittaz
and some slobk killaz
and these rhymes is tru
like im tru to da blue
nigga u dont kno what i been through
and now i put my anger into these lyrics
and let yall hear it
ill make yall fear it
when i put in this tracc
and grab da mic
nigga yo ass can take a hike
cuz its c’z up slobks down
and dats da way it go down
dont even try and come around
if youz a slobk
cuz well shoot up ya hood
and youll kno dat u shouldnta rolled wit blood
cuz dey some pussies
and ill knocc dey punk ass out
nigga u kno what im about
cuz ill throw yo ass down
throw up a C
and throw down a b
6K5 all day
now nigga what u got to say?
yo you know blood i betta
bloods gon win dis mutha fuckin vendetta
walk up to all ya’ll crip niggaz
slap you wita stacka chedda
i’m a east side blood
comin straight from da hood
if you blood throw it....then its all good
b’s up c’s down
crips crabs clowns
bloods bangin bitches wearin...big crowns
i’ll drop a crab in da water and make sure it’ll drown
wud up slobk?
think u hard?
u can try and run far
but ill find u and run u down wit a car
when i get out ill pop u wit a mac
right in ya fuccin bacc
ima C^rip nigga from 513
and for those of you who dont kno where dat be
its da Nasty Naty
and bitch u gonna see
dat we dont play
but we dont all got ak’s
but we all got a weapon
now take my warnin and heed
betta take ya slobk slippin and ass flee
dis nigga tryin to come back
but now he bout to run bak
cuz bloodz up in dis bitch and we run dat
i mean we run dis
you say you 513 well im 704 bitch
b-l-double o-d fuk crip
da only reason you call me aslob is cuz i eat crabs wit out a fork or a knife or a bib
before you capped
you need to take a step back
relax
boy i’ll hit you so hard you’ll fall into a relapse
dis nigga hatin on a blood, word
i eat crabs for breakfast lunh dinner and dessert
squeeze da crab so hard watch da nigga juices squirt
dis nigga think he good
he think he from da hood
well he aint shit to me
ima a real G
ill make him C
dat nothin he can say or do affects me
the disses u spit are shit
i read yo first diss and was like damn this nigga needa quit
why dont u get a job instead?
cuz u cant spit
not one bit
ill rip out yo muthafuccin heart
yea i roll wit da C’z
who gives a fucc about da b’z
C’z real
roll and we kill
bitch nigga finna get knocced out
so step in the ring
and get knocced da fucc out
princess this is a mans sport
YOUR JUST A GIRL SCOUT!
who gives a fuck about b’z? nigga u trippin
yo crab ass tryin to be slick u must be slippin
i’ll cock da nine on ya ass pull da trigga real quick
you a bitch as crip get off da tip of my dick
i’ll make a meal out of you a crab on a stick
you say i’m girl scout nigga i got more balls than you
its 9 trey in dis bitch who da fuck are you
you said you’ll knock me out, you lost ya damn mind
i won’t get knocked out, we’ll jus be in da ring for a very long time
i stay writin rhymes and cappin crabs
my shit is real like some ancient chinese slabs
if you so real
if you really kill
den why u on here all da time
why dont u spend yo time sellin dimes
dats what a real nigga do
nigga dats what i do
u in da bloods nigga
well da C^rips is much bigga
we aint scared, we will pull da trigger
we dont give a fucc
we shoot den we ducc
we knucc cuz we bucc
fucc u get on yo knees and succ
my static flow will damage yo dome
when the savage chrome
decides to blast a bone
u a sarcastic whore
cant last it four
no not even half a round
got slapped around
like some asscheek-clown
start backing down
before the bullet makes u start blacking out
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