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fucka ESCALADE/ i roll an s-10 on 14inch bladez/wut you trynna say, i got no game?/please mu fuckah u nikkaz is all tha
same/trynna be a rapper and gain all tha fame/shit u can't fade my stylez/i'm sick wit tha unique rhymes i spit/got nikkaz
sayin don't quit J, rip that shit/anywayz, u say my s-10 is loud, oh well it's better than walkin/shut yo mouth u thru talkin/clear
tha way for a real mu fuckah PlayBoy/see me rydin on yo block, i ain't stoppin juss poppin off shots from tha 9milli glock/you
still gon talk?/how u gon talk wit a mouf fulla lead/got 2 shots in yo mouf,and 4 in yo head/mu fuckah, you thru talkin cuz
u dead/now u juss a stain on tha sidewalk/fucked wit me, now u layin in chalk/u wanna fuck wit WeZt SydePlayBoyz?/ we got
automatic toys ready too spraya laya down/bottom line dun come talkin shit on tha weztsyde of my town,cuz u get put 6 foot
undaground/all my boyz down to ryde/we ready for war/you either with us or against us, we can even up tha score/first off
B-Up thas my brotha, fuckin wit him u catch a murder case/then u got muh nikka jon up in yo face/dun trip cuz Bclypse get
u replaced/yo life is meaningless and PlayGurl give's no fuck/u see dem bladez she got, nikka better duck, run for cover/cuz
when u fuck wit us yo life is OVER!!!!!
Rydin s-10 on bladez,tell dem boys i'm nto afraid/to smash thas gas/trynna pass me, thas yo ass/sit down and hang on,
cuz we bout to go to DQ to get our bang on/ahh i heard dis nikka named jaime hall wanted to run his mouf/well j-dizzle gon
let him kno wut they do to hoz in tha south/shores that is!!!
look here my brotha trynna flow, he say he can't do it/think about it use yo mind, there's nothin to it/put all yo thoughts
in words and let go/nothin to worry bout when u wit PlayBoyZ Bro,sum say J yo flowz are weak it's like a slap in d face/i
be damned if i turn tha other cheek/imma knock dis nikka out/oh you still runnin yo mouf?/lemme show ya how we do it in da
South,I heard nikkaz wuz runnin they mouf bout PlayBoyZ/round here we got automatic toy/Nickel plated ninez wit a full clip/pull
dis trigga and let a mu fuckah rip/into yo flesh there's no hesitatin,put two in yo ass so there's no Constipation
Rollin through yo hood wit tha glock cocked/trunk ready to pop/make all ya'll drop/like it wuz a fire/wit 2 slugs in
yo ass you retire/there's no remorse/fuckin wit me?/I'm comin at ya wit brute force/you stay duckin and still think you a
soldja/I got a n9ne and a loaded clip that's says i can hold ya/No folgers,it's columbian made/1st of the month i dun robbed
yo ass, my rent been paid/I do that shit for fun cuz i'm already made/ain't no stoppin me/niggaz stay sayin they droppin me/i
say it a conspiracy,ain't no love in this game/trust noone even if they act the same/you say you shot at me/nigga you dead
wrong/nigga fuckin wit meh you better come 6 million strong/you deaf, blind and stupid son/wanna come at me wit a gun?you
better pull tha trigga and hope i die/If i don't den it's an eye for an eye/i'm steady ridin high in the s-10 sick lyke/i
hear yo girl was a freak dyke/step to me and i juss might show her ass wut a real playboy is lyke
Creepin in the night while you sleepin/slit yo throat so noone will hear ya screamin,no air left in yo lungs you stop
breathin/there's no decieving that you layin inna pool of your own blood/could be face down inna puddle of mudd/drinkin yo
blood cuz i like tha taste/I already warned ya once now you get erased/I'm takin yo dignity and you face/you fucked up now
time to be replaced/Don't take it personal i'm juss doin my job/fuckin wit me/you end up a dead SLOB
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Murdaya187:Before i die/imma take a bitch niGGaz life/put 2 slugs in his chest/lay
that nigga ta rest/steppin to me ya better come equipped wit a bulletproof vest/try to ambush me nigga/imma pull this trigga/and
let the bullet spraya/lay ya down/leave ya dead and bleedinon tha sidewalk/like ya left my homeboy/thinkin that shit wuz funny/robbin
him for his jewelry and money/fuck that i don't play games/ like a serial killer i'm collectin names/come to yo house
while you sleepin/put my hand over your mouth so noone will her you screamin/while i'm slittin your throat/im gonna drink
your blood and spit it back in your face/you a bitch nigga and i'm gonna put you back in your place/leave ya 6 feet underground/told
you before, you can't fuck wit D-town
R.I.P Alban Woods.a.k.a. A
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you've been erased have no life left,you fucked up son,take yo last breath,no more air in
your lunGs,you fiGhtin for yo life,do you want me to turn tha knife,that's in yo chest plate,break it off til there is no
more wait,you stop bleedin,you cold as ice to tha touch,shouldn't have talked to much,tellin tha 5 0 my plans for tha future,now
you gon needa suture,to remove tha shank das in yo chest,befo i killa niGGa, i ask"any last request?"slice'em open and see
wut dey had fo breakfast,a moment of remorse,don't worry,won't last,you throuGh talkin trash while you on tha mu fuckin floor
bleedin and cold,nextime do wut you were told,fuckin wit BrotherHood, your soul is already sold. to tha-OGz-
-OG J-DawG-
your flowz are weak son,talkin bout you Got a Gun,worthless ass waste of air,is your hearin
impaired,did you not hear me tha first time,do i have tio repeat my rymes,drop flowz like they wuz dymez,commitiin crimes,
like it wuz a everyday thing, comin out tha joint joint like you wuz hardcore,gettin raped wit a plunGer, yo ass Got tore,now
you gay,askin biG leroy for more,be usin tha crisco for more then juss cooking,leroy talkin bout you good lookin,thought you
wuz a tru G,fuckin wit BrotherHood,you needa Go back to tha joint where biG leroy stole yo manhood,fuckin wit us ,you catch
a case,Get sprayed wit sum mase in yo face,do you like tha taste?,you get erased like you wuz never born,
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I've been in this game for way too long,to survive in this world,ya gotta keep
ya head up,both eyes open,loosen tha nuce to keep from chokin,dig out yer eye ballz and eat ur brain, told ya mu fuckaz that
i wuz insane,eat out ur insides and spit out ur guts,you believe me now when i say i'm NUTS?,steppin to me is like signin
your own death, hyped up like i wuz on crystal meth,gangsta,insane, homicidal, watchin you almost flatline, ur signs are vital,imma
bring it to yo attention that you fucked up,while yo brainz spillin in to a cup -I I\/I I\/I (()) R T A |_
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X6PaSToR6DoE6X: evil mystikal styles/rip to my niggaz in da ground/nuthin but demons comin at me
like erryday/but fuck yo slut im out to get my pay/mind is blurrin and angels possessed/just give they voices out my head
and let me rest/cuz we sick of the blood/sick of the slugs/sick of the niggas claimin thugs/sick of people nigga aint no love/u
know me/ atleast sum yall think ya do/ i hadda get off my ass and pay my dues/my nigga robbed a bank/off dat dank/aint no
rank/death is certain/life is not/hustle ya whole life fo some rocks/that aint coo/but this world be cruel/ There's no love
up in a nigga when I'm creepin for a killing/When you bitches slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin bitches with no patience/So
in a minute that's when you lie dead , runnin through your crest, bullets fled Ripping and stripping/leavin u worn to
shreds/Pimp shit killa the Man, I leave them bitches scared from horror/Of the corpses that I torture sufferer, in them
chambers/The mourning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment/The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch/I'm raising
back up on you niggas real quick just like the evil dead/My master whatever powers to devour you bitches that burn in hell/I'm
clickin with madness from the brothahood killa demons/The anger that's in me has got me spittin bitches crazed man/I'm lurkin
I'm creepin, here come the hit man/Sneakin in to drop a Mac-10 bomb and leave bodies in a slum/The Killa massacre, leavin
them bitches to rot in them ditches/When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip them, in pieces No love bitch
X6PaSToR6DoE6X: why u gunna trip when my pistols tap yo glass/cuz thats yo ass,(haha) mista
postman/thought he was the dopeman but really a bitch,thought he was a mack,but ya really a snitch/when you tryed to run,ya
got laid in a ditch/aint that some shit/cuz u was rich, and im still poor/rob the dope house,kicc down the back down/with
fear in yo eyes,we knew ya was no man/you hadda a strap,but had no plan/caught 3 chest,and 1 to da dome/got scared we we ran
up in yo home/ burn the bitch down,and took all ya dope,wanna fight back but there aint no hope/wit a nigga that demented,and
got murda on his mind,so lock ya doors and close ya blinds/we all be on a vicous creep,while yall be sleep/do you feel what
we see,holla fuck peace/let the mack go,smoke da hoe/so we can put sum tags on them toes/oh no its doe,rippin a flow/ta let
all yall bitch know ITS MURDAAAA!!!!
while snoman comin at me wit his fake ass GanGsta flowz/BrotherHood hanGin niGGaz by tha toez/makin'em beG for they life/as
we cut 'em up head ta toez/slice open their chest see what make them tick/like a lunatick/society has made me sick/get ur
windows shattered wit a brick/cuz you a bitchass trick/talkin bout yo family tree/niGGa,ya'll Got a family stick,no branches,juss
Goez str8 up/yo momz is ur sister and thas fucked up/you'll neva see anotha whyte spiGGa like me/maybe,but never a real G/BrotherHood
takin names and asassinatin/while you sittin on tha side lines commentatin/fuckin wit BrotherHood?,puttin a bullet in you,there's
no hesitation/fuck dis niGGa snoman/he prolly drive a cadiallac broughham/fake ass GanGsta claim he whyte FOLK/mu fuckaz Get
choked/from the rymes i spit/Get hit in yo jaw and catch a busted lip from fuckin wit BrotherHood
-=BrotherHood=- OG J-DawG-
you wanna roll wit BrotherHood,Boy,we Got automatic toys,Get shot wit da plastic glock,BrotherHood
can't be stopped,bustin sluGz on all you fake ass thuGz,like street pharamicytst we sellin druGz,while you buyin hoz candy
and Givin huGz,throwin dirty lookz and trynna mean muG,you a mu fuckin scrub,you Getz no love,Tlc said it best,weakass niGGaz,Give
it a rest,stand up to tha test,Get yo liGhts put out,you dun kno wut BrotherHood iz bout,you sellin cookies like a boyscout,you
a trout,mouf ass niGGa,you wanna spet to me,i Got biGGa fish to fry,makin they mothaz cry,watchin they children die, froma
stupid mistake that did'em in,fuckin wit BrotherHood is liek one of tha 7 deadly sins,you on pins and needles, walkin on thin
ice,fuckin wit us you pay tha price,Get yo ass beat by BrotherHood, it's nothin nice,on tha real, think twice,maybe even yo
whole life OG J-DawG G
Brotha Kayo: No longer a kid/im grown/drugs and guns/always close to hand/to stay breathin/is
my plan/to make these haters feel me/all across tha land/im tha one they call for white sand/in less then one night I make
a grand/let's ride till we die/drink and get high/homies gone/what can I say but "bye"/I'm already dead/nothin but sick thoughts
in my head/I can't sleep so I lay in bed/dreams of me/covered in blood shed/I know im gonna die/I relize/you young kids gotta
regonize/remember me in pictures/and words/and ill be immortilized/only at my dimise/in this rap game/I will rise/I'm not
surprised/me on top it's all liez/I die/nobody cries
BadAssRiDa: if i dont break these chains of life/i got the feeling im never gonna
survive/ill try my hardest an hardest to live in this game/shoot yo ass aint leavin no blood stain/just keep my head up and
stay tough/leave no evidence so cops cant get me in them cuffs/my crew BH we always stay ruff/b stands for brotha/fuckin up
haters mothas/h stand for hood/girls think the sex is really good/they should/people dont no who im rollin wit/dont forget/come
round me u will get slit/shit/dont start to cry/leave u lookin out of 1 eye if u dont beleive me/youll see/something will
hit ya/slit ya/every1 will forget ya/beat u in nething specially flowin/not knowin/that i leave niggas speechless/now how
u think u can beat this/ill win and take yo slut to her feet/make her give me head while I butst in yo sheet/ respect every
rapper and hope they respect me back/if h don't I dare u test me back/don't judge us just cause the way we act/so listen to
these lyrics/fuck u if u don't want to hear it/that's bout it for my lil flow/my crew BH is tight everybody no/
BadAssRiDa: 1 thing I do /is hang out out wit my crew/another thing leave the other
crews black and blue/people will be askin u/if im threw/and ill say im never gonna stop/shit y should I im droppin it like
is hot/it don't matter what age/ima rapper going threw a stage/to face up to people who think I shoud be in a cage/aint my
fault I cant handle my rage/wonder y people always want to kick my ass/but botherhood gots my back soon u be lyin in the grass/whatch
cars pass/and laugh/at me when im on the street/say to myself stay tuff on and stay on my feet /don't care what otha people
think or say/cause they got if back ill be famous some day/in some way/as long as aint the one/that gets beat up and just
stares at the sun/do nothing for fun/the 1 that has no friends no life no girls/u were born wernt u do something in this world/by
some chic diamonds and pearls/of course u got to make the money/that's where im at now im making hunnys/ they hott like playboy
bunnys/so as long as I have my crew and my family/and hope that every1 understands me/then my life is fine/just bust some
rymes/smoke some dimes/tell every1 out there keep yo head up and u will stay in line
Nasfreestyler02: ayo listen when i step in the game its murda/i got 4 or 5 clips in
ya brain when i sing thug i make you think heavely/and plz dont take this personaly/but if you want to hate agains a rapper
smart in the game/bring it on it doesn't
Nasfreestyler02: matta if you a supa star throw ya sets up cuz im ready to spare/you
got alot of mouth son/you better witch out when j sneak up on ya cuase ill break ya spine make ya nerves jiggel likea sneak/it
take me a sec and it take you a hol
Nasfreestyler02: lot of nines just to load up ya rhymes
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