"Do you fools listen to music, or do you just skim through it?" Jay-Z
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Spliff Star Last Night
Hear It!
A lot of brothers don't like me
Screw me when they site me
Pop a lot of shit, but they scared to death to fight me
See me in the club wit Bus on some lamp shit
They see me on the on stage wit Bus on some amp shit
Before this rap shit, it was the corner crack shit
But now I'm round the world on some autograph shit
Spliff-I-Spliff strap the 4 5th round the waist
Ya'll niggas want war, let me deal with the case
Ain't nothin to it, brother I got the heart to do it
Blast in, cover the sidewalk wit ya fluid
Ya niggas stupid, ya got brains, brother use it
Ain't nuthin gonna stop my black ass from gettin cash
On the real, that's how deeply I feel
A born again hooligan, hungry for this meal
Got the iced-out platinum rings that you wanna steal
Come and get it, watch ya whole shit get wetted
Street corner colonel, got enough cats to set it
So if you ain't doin shit , ya niggas need to dead it
Watchin my money, it cause bullets in ya tummy
It's all real here, there ain't no fear here
You mess around here, you catch ya death here
I mean it, you could front, but you believe it
Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it
Look into my eyes and analyze what you deal wit
If I can't find you, I take it out on who you be wit
Type of bitch nigga I would never smoke a tree wit
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Yukmouth Do Yo Thug Thang
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Niggas used to hit me up
Till they see that fuckin' Régime insignia,
Up in the sky Firebreatin' dragon
Niggas bout to die make it feel like Armageddon,
When I'm beheadin'
And wettin niggas up at they own wedding
With they own weapons
Count your blessings ghetto lesson number one:
Never try to go to war without your gun
Niggas get done
Since I quit fuckin' with Num
I get one's like Big Pun
Off the books, have your body in a coffin look
Nigga I'm off the hook
Like a phone thats jooked
And burned out
Thugged out and turned out
Slap that motherfucking perm out your head
Niggas dead, if you ain't Régime, or Outlaw
Kiss the ring I do my thug thing without y'all
Matter of fact I gives a fuck about y'all
Put a Nigga up in a hole
Just like a groundhog
Thanks of the hounddogg
They finally found y'all
With maggets on your face
And about 12 motherfuckin' bodies hangin' around y'all
I do my thug thang
Duckin' in and out of lanes
In a Mustang candy paint, tangerine, orange
Tats on my arm
Better ring the fuckin' alarm
Or be the first that get mashed on
Nigga, do yo thug thang
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