yo im killin niggas in they sleep call me freddy kruger im cockin it back and lettin it ripp and leavin out with my duece up. in my hand a bloody glock fuck wit me i fuck up ya spot fuck wit me yo ass get knocked 1 shot to the head ya body drop. westside nigga is posse and we stay srapped like haraches.killin niggas is my hobby and my gun is loaded niggas dont fuck wit the G cause they know that i would go get.and i wiil be cockin it back and lettin it ripp im changin my chamber reloading my clip dont talk that shit for yo ass get hit unloadin a case of them full hollowtips im Young Tipp i run this SHIT.
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dudes kill me talkin bout murder plots
when in reality they know they aint lickin shots
all this madness really needs tuh stop
cause if you get popped tthen yuh tellin the cops
you not not built for a bid
you'd be gettin molested and raped like Mike Jackson and them lil kids
Or like the catholic priest
so Im tryin to understand why you say you from the streets
man like purina I keep dog food
and with all these lies that Im hearin is changin my mood
yall just smackin yuh lips like teenage chicks
while Im out here like mason buidling with bricks
what got you swearin you nice
is it cause you payed that ghost writer a real niice price
we on the block get doe with grams
while you watchin tv with yuh fam
dude get it together before you try to respond
cause you just been killed by the lyrical don
4ch till the dirt
R.I.P Chief Wheat
Mr.4ch aka Venom the King of 4Hate
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Fake thugs TAlkin bout muder plots and sellin drugs,thinkin they freddy kruger,when actual they anothin but bed bugs,wantin cats to tuck em in snug,Only in they mind they feel invincable,think they capable of takin slugs,talkin about sprayin clips,unload reload, in between reloadin get hit and get killed,sit back pray and watch ya blood spill,now ya body starts to chill,ya walkin towards the white light,yeah thats right death comin for ya,yarap carrers over don't touch the mic
Lyricist from the A
Lyricist from the SOUTH
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THAT WAS SO FUCKIN STUPID I FORGOT TA LAUGH
SO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE U GET YA HEAD BASHED
MY NAMED IS KURRUPTION AND I TAKE NO SHIT
SO SIT BACK RELAX AND WATCH ME SPIT
YA CAN FUCK THIS GUY IF YA A GIRL
IF YA A GUY ILL END YA WORLD
ANY QUESTIONS BEFORE I END THIS SECESSION
IF NOT I HOPE YA LEARNED YA LESSON
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I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?
Uhh what i am the best rapper alive dun di di dun dun
WHitte boyy tim ~one~
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Well first of what i spit ain't no country Blues
It’s some tight shit and I don’t looze
dont try and hate on my conversations
cuz ima ignore u and pretend u was an imagination
You ain’t no hustla, your just a dude
Who thinks you a gangsta
nothing but fake ass wangsta and now whatcha gonna do
Come by my place And you will dissapear with no trace
when I go in with this blade it's a special skill
no misstake I can have yo ass served on a silver plate
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SUCKA BOY LOOK THATS MA WORD. AN UNDANETH MA T THATS MA BIRD/
50 COWWOW GET BIZZY WIT A BIG KICK. BLUCKA BLUCKA NOW YA LAYIN INA BIG DITCH/
C8DOLLA SIGN H WHERE DA HERB AT . SHOES ON MA G-RIDE PULL IT WHERE DA CURB AT/ SUPA HYPHY WIT BOUT 50 SUM THUGS. WE AINT LISTIN WE GETTIN KICKD OUT THE CLUB/
J JONAH THA S.O.P SON OF A PIMP GETTIN STUPID DRULIN YELLIN OUT YEEEEEEEEEEE J JONAH DONT DO MUCH BUT I DO TOUCH ALOTTA DOE . I DNT PUT THAT ON WORD TA MA MAMA THOUGH THIZZ IZ WHA IT IZ
THROWIN UP THE T 4 MAC MOTHA FUCKIN D.R.E THIZZ OR DIE U BEEZY YAY AREA IN HERE BABY INDEPENDENT GAME 4 LIFE BITCH!!!!!
