Re: Assination on playahation rhyme participation hittin tha nation -- Lyrikal Skillz

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Subject: Re: Assination on playahation rhyme participation hittin tha nation

Author:
RUGGET

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Date Posted: 15:30:47 08/07/01 Tue
In reply to: LOW KEY 's message, "Re: Assination on playahation rhyme participation hittin tha nation" on 09:23:55 08/07/01 Tue

>>>If u looks me straight in tha face U see im guilty/
>>>not givin a fuck livin filthy/ Anybody can be what
>>>ever they want/ im juss a playa paper chasin and fuck
>>>niggaz who taunt/ I feel like something controls my
>>>mind/ I try and do right time after time but it dont
>>>bind/ I never make regrets juss deal wit it/ like a
>>>true playa wit a fine female gonna hit it/ My rhymes
>>>elevate yo ass then drop you/ 6 feet deep r.i.p.
>>>leavin a rose or two/ leavin nuttin but homicides is
>>>what I do/ But dont worry how I live my life/ juss
>>>watch ur back for some stabs from a knife/ To me U
>>>juss tha prison hoe/ everybody hits and U gotz pimps
>>>fo sho/ How many years U been rhymin?/ how many
>times
>>>U been big timin?/ and how many records a day U
>>>signin?/ Thats what U make seem like/ be glad U aint
>>>on 3rd strike/ I told U before low~key aint stopin/
>U
>>>tripped thats why U didn't get an open coffin/ Im
>>>always standin on my two feet/ ready to hand anybody
>>>who goes to far a beat/ down/ leavin U outta breathe
>>>like U gonna drown/ wit ur vision so fucked up cant
>>>see red from brown/ Well I think I said enough/ U
>got
>>>good rhymin skills ill admit cause they koo tough/
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>yo now who the fukk wnana battle this/
>>U garbage pail rappers would get Ur cabage split/
>>Got a habbit of brandin ammitur nigguz like cattle
>>hips/
>>so watcha lips.
>>Cuzz what Ur fukkin wit is hazadous/
>>shut up and catch clips. I roll with more dogz then
>>st.lazorous.
>>What happen Ur raps ain't accurate/
>>U claim U packin it/ but when the action hits/
>>U ratter switch into faggot bitch.
>>I'm hardcore/
>>it's not my fault ya softer then cardboard.
>>U started to battle so imma turn into the god/
>>four switch to southpaw like de la hoya golden boy/
>>I put it on U polaroid. Finish left U as red as sonya/
>>i been a soulj, all my life/ fault for stripes/ almost
>>seen the light/ talk to christ/ he told me my songs
>>so nice/ and for the right price i might body U chop
>>ya ass up into particles/
>>and read about U in news paper articles.
>>Em sick and tired talkin shyt/ got beef wit me so be
>>it.
>>I'll rush U like the Soviet/ Union and leave U soakin
>>wet.
>>Ur body'll be anonymous Ur soul will be in hell/
>>steppin with the rest of the chain gang evil spells.
>
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>Little hoe dont U get it?/ I cant stand U hope U die
>slowly and need a medic/ Yo raps/ dont buss no caps/
>U juss talk out ur dick eating flaps/ as my lyrics put
>in a maze but its a trap/ U sound weak/ weaker than
>motha fucken punked on geek/ trying to act all bad and
>sleek/ but dont jock my style/ cause if U do ill make
>U my bitch again in juss a little while/ Dont act all
>bad/ cause ur so called freestylin is sad/ not even
>worth my damn time/ but U talk shit and get killed
>when I rhyme/ Tha only dogs you roll wit are from tha
>vet/ stupid ass nigga trying 2 look all bad claimin to
>be in a set/ while yo flows smell worst than a mixed
>dog so called pet/ If U gonna come back at me bitch
>make sure its rap/ not words in a fucken story cause
>youll get taken off tha map/ BYAAAAAAAATCHHHHH
>
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PUNK BYTCH U outta ya league/
U can't fukk with me i make niggaz like U bleed/
check my steez/
get down on ur fukkin kneez and sukk my dick at eaze.
U and that bytch Ironghost/
I had both of U hoes for breakfast bacon, eggs, grits, and toast.
Butter U hoes up/ b4 i make U swallow my nut U fukkin smut/ U and that slut.
Talkin bout U thugs/ U a bytch nigga whaaa fuck/ around and get ur ass tuck.
IG & lowkeyy/ sittin the tree/ k.i.s.s.i.n.g/ sucky sucky and eatin the bytch rotten bloody pussy/ funky as she can be/ but i forgot thats in ur nature of being nasty. If thats the kind of thug U are/
then go head with ur nasty ass and ur hydrulic cars.
Don't let me stop U do Ur thang/ NOW i kno how cali slang/ and to tell U mannnnn that shyt is off the chain bing bing bang. Stank hoes off in the club clubbin/ yellin we thugs thuggin/ yep but all for the wrong reasons/ got niggaz strugglin fightin the deseases. got niggaz up there thinkin/ lastnight when they was out there drinkin/ head start spinnin aids victom eyes blinkin/ mind sinkin/ fingers twinklin.
U in a cold sweat/ and all becuz of that hoe IG U met.
momma screamin my baby layin in the street somebody plez get my chavette/ my son is in a cold sweat.
And i don't no what to do/ hold on son cuz i don't wanna loose U. momma got U in her arms/
holdin on to her charm, keepin U out of the way of the harm/ cuz ur life is alarmed/ my nigga she gave U more then a burn. Now how U gone handle this/ fukkin around
with a bytch thats scandalist. she's a bad mama jama got U in pain/ where U can't even spell ur name/ and thats a shame that bytch is he whole blame for everythang/ man if i was U i'll be like fukk the cali slang. man it ain't no JOKE/ when a bytch make U feel like U snortin COKE/ and U just wanna wrap ur hands around tha bytch throat and commits to make tha hoe choke. On her on salava/ but y even bother/ when it's so easy to POP her. Drop her like it's HOT/ bytch i'ma
kill U for what U did to my COCK/ but first i'ma pistol whip U with my GLOCK. make U feel the pain i felt/ up in the hospital 9months of insanity strapped in belts. chained like a pshyco killer/ pumpin my body with tha I.V filler. Cuttin me open takin my blood/ searchin for drugs/ these doctors gone kill me mama show me some luv. and don't ask y/ cuz i'ma bout to kill this BYTCH b4 i die.

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