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Shone feat Alpha 5.20 Coroner C4ex - Mon bic cri

  • Durée: 5:30
  • Notation: 4.96 (26 votes)
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  • Publié par: mokles19

Thématique: 75019  francais  mokles19  pdf  rap 

http://kamelancien75.skyrock.com/ Le Clip Du Nouvel Album De Shone D'Holocost En Feat Avec Le Boss De Paname Alpha 5.20 Mon Bic Cri C'est Pour Vous !!! http://kamelancien75.skyrock.com/ Le Meilleur Du Rap Fran莽ais Lachez Vos Coms !!!!!!!

NEW DVD RAP FRANCAIS - LA RUE A SA TELE 2008

  • Durée: 2:37
  • Notation: 4.00 (4 votes)
  • Visites: 5791' favoriteCount='4
  • Publié par: MAGNUMTeleVision

Thématique: 113  5.20  akon  Alpha  DEEP  francais  HOT  james  kery  L.I.M  LIM  Magnum  MOBB  OROSKO  rap  rohff  SHONE  TOO  TV 

100% RAP FRANCAIS - Magnum TV - TOO HOT 4 TV http://www.dailymotion.com/MAGNUMTeleVision SORTIE DVD PREVU AVRIL 2008 LA RUE A SA TELE VOILA LA BANDE ANNONCE DU DVD VOLUME 3 100% RAP FRANCAIS AVEC GHETTO FAB ,ALPHA 5.20, OROSKO,113,SHONE,MOBB DEEP ,BALLASTIK DOGG, AKON,FRANC PARLE,K-OS, POISON, PIMOUSS,ST,BUSTA FLEX,L.B, CORONER, C4EX,MALIK BLEDOS,VF GANG, 78 REGIMENT, ISSMO, SQUATESQY ,ET BQ D'AUTRES...

Rakailles 4 - Position De Force

  • Durée: 6:21
  • Notation: 5.00 (4 votes)
  • Visites: 2203' favoriteCount='3
  • Publié par: cochiedu93140

Thématique: 5.20  alpha  coroner  ker  o'rosko  rakailles  rap 

100% RAP FRANCAIS 77 - 93 O'ROSKO RARICIM KER CORONER

Shone feat. Alpha 5.20, C4 Explosif et Coroner "Mon bic cri"

  • Durée: 5:3
  • Notation: 4.56 (9 votes)
  • Visites: 3194' favoriteCount='5
  • Publié par: ndahood91

Thématique: 5.20  alpha  clip  dakar  essonne  exclu  fab  francais  gang  ghetto  hip  holocost  hop  muzik  nouveau  rap  shone 

"MON BIC CRI"

ALPHA 5.20 FEAT SHONE & CORONERS & C4 - MON BIC CRIE

  • Durée: 5:31
  • Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
  • Visites: 167
  • Publié par: ENASWEAR

Thématique: 2008  ALPHA5.20  C4  CORONERS  FRANCAIS  RAP  SHONE 

CLIP AVEC ALPHA 5.20 & SHONE & CORONERS & C4...........

Conejo, Spider, Venom "Get The Coroner"

  • Durée: 4:23
  • Notation: 4.72 (18 votes)
  • Visites: 3125' favoriteCount='30
  • Publié par: oldiesinmyblood

Thématique: alive  chicano  conejo  coroner  dead  enemy  firme  get  hardcore  ink  notorious  rap  rola  spider  sureno  tattoo  venom  wanted 

Tattoo Ink Wanted Dead or Alive

Eminem, Obie Trice, & Diddy - It Has Been Said (with lyrics)

  • Durée: 3:9
  • Notation: 4.63 (27 votes)
  • Visites: 8124' favoriteCount='57
  • Publié par: Juiceboxx92

Thématique: 2000  2001  Been  Biggie  Chapter  Diddy  Duets  Eminem  Final  Has  Hip  Hop  It  Lyrics  Obie  Rap  Said  The  Trice  Unedited  With 

PLEASE COMMENT, RATE, FAVORITE AND ALL THAT LYRICS [Eminem + {B.I.G.}] Ih.. ih, ih (it has been) It has been, it has been, it has been It has been said, that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead {what?} Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin out as a hero {uhh} Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us We watched, so many Biggie backed off of {ha ha ha} Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact these tragic events, which lead us back To where we left off on March 9th To come from such hard knock lifes And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights And, once they're on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us to see who can last the longest And he who lasts the longest, must be the strongest {uh-huh} In this concrete jungle, where this dog eat dog mentality comes from It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin Or it could just be somebody's horror, that just horri-fies And applies to his persona or the sizes in his entou-rage, that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you just believe it [Obie Trice + {B.I.G.}] Since B.I.B. taught us niggaz to think big I'm been about my business since then, so anxious {what?} It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin Vicious, I'm experiencin the same sights as him It's what excited Obie to write these poems Rollin, goin through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies When _Ready to Die_ was a sick part of my life {yeah} Palmin that forty-five, plottin to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him better signs No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So possibly I'd be popular huh? {uh-huh} That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I. [Diddy + {B.I.G.}] I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind Enter the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passin {what?} All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion And I'm addressin the adolesencents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace... This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother... On repeat, all of your albums play back to back {yeah} And I visit your grave cause our friendship's intact An immaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yellin "God bless" Regardless to critics yellin that East/West I seen the game losin, I'm just pressin the reset {uhh} And when the ressurection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally! I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga

MC Sam - Life Of A Virtual Gangsta

  • Durée: 2:11
  • Notation: 4.20 (5 votes)
  • Visites: 118
  • Publié par: gudigadi

Thématique: funny  hip  hop  microsoft  parody  rap  sam 

ever wondered if microsoft sam can raP? of ourse he can! a litlle something i created background with reason and rap with microsoft sam lyrics: fuck yeah, this shit is true! i am just a man whos bad every little now and then i am also sad this song is here to tell the truth , NIGGA im sorry if i am a little rude but you know my life has been hard like a whales dick i need a doctors ward cause i feel like prick my message is strong its from within me so burn me a bong cause you relieve me these are not just some blah blah words i can prove it with my tongue sharp as swords please dont make me angry, please dont make me bad i dont want to rip off your fucking head i dance at the scene, i am the king of unity, so fuck fidelity, im the boss now i am a gnangsta and youre my bitch youre just a needless glitch oh shit! i am so good, i shit stone and eat wet wood if you have a problem lets meet round the corner and i asure you the next person who sees you will be a coroner i grew up on hip hop i am the real thing if you have doubts i can show you my bling some last words before the end im god so go fuck some hen yeah yeah this was some intense hardcore shit right here

Bengal Tigers Mix - The Game

  • Durée: 7:26
  • Notation: 4.56 (9 votes)
  • Visites: 3262' favoriteCount='18
  • Publié par: FiswaT

Thématique: Apathy  Bengal  Clan  Doom  funny  Game  hel  hip-hop  MF  Mix  Paz  stuff  terrorist  The  Tigers  Vinnie  Wu-Tang 

Artist(s): Vinnie Paz, Apathy, MF Doom, Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics (Unedtied): The Game - Apathy & Vinnie Paz ------------------------------ [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I'm the American Taliban I love my weaponary, it's from Japan If I don't know you, don't converse with me just slap my hand Or else your forcing me to cock it fucking back in blam It ain't a loss to me, you soft as fucking bags of sand I stay with the heavy metal like merciful fate Until I see the separation of church and the state They take advantage of dying lives and seldom So fuck the liars and the lying liars who tell em' And fuck everybody who say that I'm not on my deen And fuck the Catholics, supported the Nazi regime I'm the reason that logic in the philosophers dream And the reason that I deposit a shot in your splean And while you worry about the second coming of your Jesus There's a connection to vaccines and other diseases They hurtful procedures and use the tools well Thats why they try to keep you from the water fuel cell I feel like putting a gat to my dome Cos they faggots and they liars like the Vatican throne I bring the life into a track like I'm Lazarus Home So never fuck around with me, I'm a statue of stone [Verse 2: Apathy] Digging rings by the moonlight Walk through mud in new Nikes Gonna raise my son by the way of the gun; and have him shoot right Elevate the mental state and take him to new heights It might not kill him if you drop him from two flights Breaking down your molecules quicker than transporters Decepticon, Kublai Khan, conquering transformers The fourth-quarter quarterback Got a quarter? Call the coroner and tell em' that Ten gee's to get the corpses back Heavy-metal, metamorphic, meditate to slay your tapes Radical rythem with nuclear raps when it radiates Fuck loading glock clips, Ap is on some cosmic shit Aim Cape Canaveral at ya, shoot you with a rocket ship Shock em' with a shotgun shell I'm Johnny Rotten as hell With big business like Sid Vicious on shit cell You faggot back packers, rap on computers Get Martey McFly, I'll send you back to the future The Game - MF Doom (Featuring: Wu Tang Clan) -------------------------------------------- [Not Availible At This Moment] - Other Information Is To Be Updated - Contact: Royal_Bengal_Tigers@hotmail.com for any questions

Canibus - Venomous Spit (B.K. ANTHEM)

  • Durée: 2:0
  • Notation: 5.00 (4 votes)
  • Visites: 973' favoriteCount='17
  • Publié par: RecklezzDJisback

Thématique: ANTHEM  B.K.  Canibus  cloak  Con  dagga  Def  from  hip  hop  orion  phoenix  Spit  Venomous  Zero 

Artist: Canibus & Phoenix Orion Album: Def Con Zero Song: Venomous Spit (B.K. Anthem) Typed by: DaSun_Akbar@HotMail.Com [Movie Sample] "You become all of a sudden, a mechanical man..." [Intro: Canibus] Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the K-1 boxing tourney {(Yo, Black Kobra gon' kill 'em)} {(Yo, that nigga, gon' kill that nigga)} Introducing Black Kobra, Dewey Cooper, you get fucked like Kama Sutra All competitors, get ready to get severed His Guyanese flying knees bust thru pine trees Cantonese ninth degree, Muy Thai Chi {(Black Kobra, Black Kobra, Black Kobra, Black Kobra)} [Verse One: Canibus] Spellbound jaws, repel down walls Breach the perimeters, take down four guards Shut down alarms, disarm all COM's Nobody moves, nobody get harmed Bloodshot red-eyes, look like two flares Zookeeper stay clear; the bear with blue-hair Stab you in the chest with Satan's bayonette Darth Vader versus Boba Fett; make a bet I can go toe-to-toe with cold flows But I don't go nose-to-nose with no hoes In the streets lyrically, I provide outreach ministry For the whole Hip-Hop industry I'm on some Scorpion King, Morpheus thing Break your pinkie off with a ring, then offer to sing Lord of the Rings, on the phone orderin' bling I'ma clip your wing then bring the coroners in Your body's numb like, one million scorpion stings Give me One Mic, and a cup of coffee to drink All right, watch the word-termite burn a mic I rhyme circles around niggaz; turn right First name, Germaine, last name, audio-slave Hold your breath off my audio wave Want to be brave? Dump you in a watery grave My brigade invade like Normandy D-Day Instant replay, spray your beats with an A.K. From a sea ray, call the I.A.E.A. Hey, Jesus, the great Can-I-Bus just Please us with your lyrical thesis LL Cool G; Ladies Love Cool Germaine I swim with 'em in pools of champagne Perform lyrical Yoga, in a Pagoda Instruct Malaysian silat special-op soldiers Look me up if you good enough I keep a hundred plus rhymes on me homey 'cause I wouldn't bluff The mic-God, terabyte I-Pod The rap icon that just stepped out of the white-fog Guns I move 'em up, run before I shoot 'em up Man, you fuck, shake ya' hand and order you a tux Black Kobra...

Prodigy - I Want Out (Instrumental)

  • Durée: 3:5
  • Notation: 5.00 (9 votes)
  • Visites: 9014' favoriteCount='36
  • Publié par: 15said

Thématique: ALC  Alchemist  Bridge  Deep  Havoc  Mobb  Prodigy  Queens  The 

Prodigy - i want out I was just tellin Hav these youngin's is over wildin Two shootings in two days and none of it over dollas Have my mind zoned, somewhere in a different time zone Ya'll can stand under building I'm tryin to buy homes But I ponder it gradually grab me back You can put me anywhere in the world and I'll adapt (look) I'm tired of flyin to label reps Ike my niggas all ready to eat the table's set I'm tired of corner standing, piffin the same exit Keep it real I want hills my ninja, change settings I want a backyard where pookie can play I don't care if it cost my life nigga shoot me today Remember going to the store momma told me to keep the change I wanna jump in something new tell my momma to keep the Range My man got shot I had to peddle him home He could'nttake the pain and caught a heroin jones This is it I want out This usually part of the movie where the pistol comes out Like I said I need change I need a whole lot of this money and little bit of fame It's like a ghetto tell tales I'm tired of camouflagin the corner let me get the next sale I'm really tryin to prosper of a good good rap Before I leave out the hood I take a good look back They say, what don't kill you will kid it'll only make you stronger And the wrong mistake is a half dead ass doing the coroner Heavenly father I'm lookin into the heavens My girl think I'm going crazy this nigga going 7th These days you know the hammer under the pillow Got a mansion left from the ghetto I'm trapped in the middle So niggas layed flat like soda without the fizzle When it rained it poured be lucky it only drizzled Took my homie under my brella I took him in He bit me turned around and told me that's how a snake wins The world we livin in... can't trust a homie far as I can shoot a nigga Leave me the shit get lonely, homie Don't speak my name if you don't know me Most important you black the bitches dat shits is corny Out ya rabid ass mind tryin to run up on me Don't make have to shoot you with the 40 Yo Thunn I be right back, yea hold it down G's While I'm gone get me songs all over the streets That's what you call awareness, these niggas put they lil albums out But nobody cares it's P time to shine Get dat shit the fuck outta hea I satisfy the custi's My history at retail, is outstanding My cd got wings cause it flys off the shelves While I'm stuck in the bing for the next 80 days Fuck it I got years it can't get no worse than it already is I spoke to my nigga Yayo the other day He told me everybody bumpin H.N.I.C., part 2 And on the youtube, I'm killin'm out there, crazy views I make a rapper run for his life and drop a gem This nigga threw his watch so we would stop chasin him He lucky I was on trial, I woulda stabbed him, he was saw from every angle All them cameras. fuck it I still won, still undefeated This nigga tryin to act like he did something, beat it Your not a gangsta it's been proven Nah, you just a snitch like Frank Lucas Yous a false prophet, out in the world While a real nigga like me trapped in a cell

Nas - Money Over Bullshit - Hip hop is dead

  • Durée: 6:27
  • Notation: 4.93 (15 votes)
  • Visites: 6731' favoriteCount='35
  • Publié par: SeeHearsThaThing

Thématique: bullshit  dead  hears  hip  hop  is  money  nas  over  see  seehearsthathing  tha  thing 

[Verse 1:] My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies Brrat, cars peel, the east coast cartel Rats get they tail snapped and trapped It's snitches in the streets and it's snitches in rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses, some from the Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in a elevator passin' floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers Picture ya tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up Sabotagin' my make-up, my watches get laced up Even if they indited Jacob Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off The frivolated shock to ya chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from a iron I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as Hell and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to ya hotel or made in this shit Put a barrel in the capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about Came poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch [Chorus: x2] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawlin' Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength [Verse 2:] Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper black carpet Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs Black tech on the table, mag four-four Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs nigga, that's the caviar You niggas is fish made, y'all niggas is fifth grade niggas It's fifty ways to die said the general I give you the top five, you will not survive Rule 1 cocksucker keep my name from ya tongue Rule 2 thought you knew don't fuck wit' God's Son Rule 3, see, matter fact I'll just wait If y'all reach top five then I'mma eat y'all alive Each one of you guys that claim hip-hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement wit' Nas I said it's dead muthafucka, it's dead bitch [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] From crack pushers to 'Lac pushers, and ambushers And morticians to fortresses, case dismisses Laced in riches, cake ridiculous, from nickel and dimin' To trickin' them diamonds, Vegas, places in Switzerland From nine blast to the auto, have to blast mine They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisas Own, no leases, five star restaurant eaters Don't forget who ya peeps is, 'pose to dyin' wit' you Sip that good wine wit' you, only if they grind wit' you Or slang for ya, seen niggas live, laugh, party and Die on that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable Private planes landed out in ???, weed I twirl Once even gave me a phobia, that I'll be in the spot Trapped like a Madam Zenobias wit' this kid eyein' my Rolly, yo [Chorus x2] There it is... QB bitch.... yeah... QB bitch... yeah... yeah... QB bitch...

Jermaine Dupri - Welcome To Atlanta (Remix) (Dirty) (HQ)

  • Durée: 4:24
  • Notation: 5.00 (8 votes)
  • Visites: 1975' favoriteCount='27
  • Publié par: daveski69

Thématique: atlanta  diddy  dirty  dogg  dupri  hip-hop  jermaine  lee  lunatics  murphy  puff  rap  remix  saint  snoop  south  st  to  welcome 

After the party it's the Waffle House If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about Where people don't dance all they do is this And after the original you know what it is [Ludacris] Welcome to Atlanta [Jermaine Dupri] Remix it had to go down I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown Where people don't visit, they move out here And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square I don't know about you but I miss the freaknik Cause that's where my city use to be real slick People from other cities use to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic sittin back lookin like eighty nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved the fuel And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool Friday night, at Kaya they still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the deck then hittin Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Ay yo I'm from New York man!!! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin Take that.... [P. Diddy] Welcome To New York mutha fuckas, where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangstas a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty two's this what long money do Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low and hay lo sippin cris and we straight Monday we go to Bungalow 8 Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now top down at the Rucker game New coup no roof playa what's my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown what now?! let's make it happen [P. Diddy Talkin] New York,if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here!!! And we buildin four more new towers!!!! [Murphy Lee] Who say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like the waterboy now they sayin you can do it I'm Baby Houie one of the best in the Louie Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it All got habits Marijuana exstatic By two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis, the truth like Sojourner Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge Without permission from those St. Lunatics [Jermaine Dupri Talking] Yo-yo-yo-yo Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell y'all little bit where he come from [Snoop Dogg] Palm trees bad bitches and wanna bees O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds Now laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real niggas from the set I'm hardly ever seened Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb They movin yep, we hop and then we swizzurve Alot of homies like to wear there pizzerm Hair longer than hers short with the fizzurbs Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like Kobe to Shaq now take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that take that) Long Beach is on the mother fuckin map And sittin by the sea, R.I.P. JD, you know about the L.B.C. Blood and stellas, cold hearted killas Real cop pillas, real shot fillas Ain't no squeelas, alot of dopes dealers Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoked out drink up, now put ya bank up It's all on me I got a scenery too stank up Crank up the beat, raise up the heat I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho [Jermaine Dupri] Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin [Ludacris] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin [Jermaine Dupri] Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin

The Game - Hause of Pain [L.A.X] + [Lyrics]

  • Durée: 4:33
  • Notation: 4.00 (4 votes)
  • Visites: 2103' favoriteCount='3
  • Publié par: Nyggu

Thématique: Black  BWS  Chronicles  Dziuby15  Game  Hip-  Hop  Hurricane  L.A.X  LA  LAX  Lyrics  Morda  Nyggas  Nyggu  RAP  Street  The  Wall 

[L.A.X] 1. Intro {feat. DMX) [1:20] 2. L.A.X Files [3:59] 3. State of Emergency (feat. Ice Cube) [3:38] 4. Bulletproof Diaries (feat. Raekwon) [4:52] 5. My Life (feat. Lil Wayne) [5:20] 6. Money [5:12] 7. Cali Sunshine (feat. Bilal) [4:32] 8. Ya Heard (feat. Ludacris) [4:04] 9. Hard Liquor (Interlude) [1:50] 10. House of Pain [4:32] 11. Gentleman's Affair (feat. Ne-yo) [3:39] 12. Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle) [4:38] 13. Touchdown (feat. Raheem Davaughn) [3:39] 14. Angel (feat. Common) [4:27] 15. Never Can Say Goodbye (feat. Latoya Williams) [4:40] 16. Dope Boys (feat. Travis Barker) [4:00] 17. Game's Pain (feat. Keyshia Cole) [4:21] 18. Letter to the King (feat. Nas) [5:45] 19. Outro (feat. DMX) [1:28] For Promotional Use Only Copyright on Universal Music Group. [Lyrics] Catch me if you can I'm in those old school Barkley's Back to the fence, puffin on that Bob Marley Flow like arregano, nigga you already know My competition stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go Befo' you be a motherfuckin vegetable You scrap niggas too animated like the Incredibles Let this beef go around like the 26th It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain Nigga what about The Game? Keep on playin boy, I'll hop out this fuckin Range Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin chain But he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio Now I'm on my way to Rio After I see my P.O. She cool, she a Leo She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke So I'ma blow it like the Patriots And throw my dub up Cause Dr. Dre made me rich (Chorus) (Game, Dr. Dre & Traci Nelson) Where you from? (California) What city? (Compton) What you drive? (Impala) What you smokin' on? (Chronic) What you drinkin' on? (Patron) What you sittin' on? (The throne) Relax, make yourself at home (Traci Nelson) Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton I wrote the block off, I talk that shit Size 12 Bo Jacksons cause I walk that shit There on Compton Blvd that's where I walk my pits Biggie and Tupac and they bark like this (dogs barking) As I spark my splif I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch We be shootin like free throws, flying them desert Eagles Sell dope to the Po' while we eatin' chilli Freetos From a gang banger to a CEO Everything I do is big like the nigga Ceaser-Leo Won't stop till I'm dead Ain't gotta watch for the Feds They ain't watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head As I take a Patron shot to the head And reminise about the shit the D.O.C. said "Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours, And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors" (Chorus) (Game, Dr. Dre & Traci Nelson) Where you from? (California) What city? (Compton) What you drive? (Impala) What you smokin' on? (Chronic) What you drinkin' on? (Patron) What you sittin' on? (The throne) Relax, make yourself at home (Traci Nelson) Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Guess it's time to break the number 9 Jordan's in Make a nigga mad when they been trying ta' floor the Benz I'm doin 160 in the fast lane Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game I got it made like my last name I'm gone just like my Aftermath Chain Don't make me take you back to '96 Leanin' on that Dotson on the corner eatin catfish The Game, da-da-da Game spit 'dat shit I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips My pops wasn't around so this bastard Bleed California from the cradle to the casket And I won't stop ridin' for my coast Niggas keep talkin 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast (Chorus) (Game, Dr. Dre & Traci Nelson) Where you from? (California) What city? (Compton) What you drive? (Impala) What you smokin' on? (Chronic) What you drinkin' on? (Patron) What you sittin' on? (The throne) Relax, make yourself at home (Traci Nelson) Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton Welcome to Compton

Wu Tang Clan-Winter Wars

  • Durée: 5:10
  • Notation: 4.70 (54 votes)
  • Visites: 18548' favoriteCount='101
  • Publié par: KGjason001

Thématique: clan  tang  wars  winter  wu 

Winter Warz Wu-Tang Clan Winter Warz It's on.. [Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid? Ryzarector.. [Break: Raekwon the Chef] Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical Cords, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two: Ghostface Killah] More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy of the Wu and learned how to fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit MC's submit to the will as I kill your juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal Devils worship this like an icon Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four: Cappadonna] You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

When The Music Stops - Em

  • Durée: 4:34
  • Notation: 5.00 (4 votes)
  • Visites: 798
  • Publié par: apouatall

Thématique: Em  Music  Stops  The  When 

[Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battling But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smoking crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for I get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark You all steady trying to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap You're slim, you're gonna let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops [Swift:] There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you would've tried The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey, Got drunk then I finished he I'm every niggas favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'll allergic to dying, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large When the music stops [Kon Artist:] I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg When you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with they hands out Checking for your record when its selling When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin you drink till you car spin you then [Screech] Damn! [Crash] U slam into the wall and you fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops [Kuniva:] Let's see how many of your men loyal, When I pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while given the chance Understand I can enchance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really Irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, fuck the tour and the mic I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night When The Music Stops [Proof:] Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors You all don't want war, you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose The more you all breach, the more I moves This hill street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga) Or make the news betcha all you all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Bizzare:] Music's changed my life in so many ways Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now I'm in jail 93 was strictly R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking Presilla at night Flying down sunset smoking crack Transvestite in the front Eddi Murphy in the back MOP had me grindy and griddy Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue And grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bowls Now I'm in the hospital Broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops

Vincenzo da Via Anfossi - 9mm

  • Durée: 3:56
  • Notation: ( votes)
  • Visites: 2
  • Publié par: Ze1980

Thématique: 9mm  Anfossi  da  dogo  gang  hip  hop  rap  Via  Vincenzo 

Vincenzo da Via Anfossi - 9mm ---- Jake La Furia: Ehi, direttamente da Milano.. Vincenzo Da Via Anfossi!! 1- Vincenzo Da Via Anfossi Oggi sono occhi aperti di prima mattina perch猫 il giorno si trascina vita della sera in zona lingua reclusa come in galera ho rime al sangue punti in bocca dalla sera prima alla schiena madama trama sotto madonnina gente acclama cerchio aperto e volto aperto con lama 猫 rispetto che cola sul pezzo nato nel blocco studio sconti di pena china sceneggiatura se scaldo ne senti l'odore rima a cucchiaino e si evade da San Vittore vivo dove un bambino nato nel ghetto scrive pi霉 libri di Mose nel deserto sbirri cercono il pretesto mentre cerco d'essere onesto la fine 猫 un ferro nel letto come reperto non ha capito che decapito sull'asfalto e morto un pappa se ne fa un'altro veri drammi popolari per programmi milionari mentre TV inietta bugie di mondi migliori ma gli occhi sono lo specchio dell'anima la mia sanguina e Dio 猫 il coroner che l'esamina RIT- Calibro 9 mm a cento passi se non hai il fegato rischi lo shock cerca nei blocchi che trovi in via anfossi dove la plastica si chiama Gaston Glock 2- In uno stato debitore sono mani fasciate con fasce di sangue e sudore lacrime dal cuore stendono righe che stringono come filo spinato nato dove i polsi vantano catene e Rolex materialista non faccio mosse politiche verso lacrime pratiche come agl'angoli zingare mani tese leggono mani feroci ma la mia linea della vita ha finito gli incroci su le mie retine cicatrici, che dici sar脿 per questo che vedo volti tagliati poesie ed immagini rapite dal reality blocchi solidi in cerca di liquidi abili negli alibi e ghetto analisi indagine a zero e per mi Ero che paghi i dazzi qui gl'infami hanno prezzi ed indirizzi per questo lascio sbirri avidi privi d'indizi china sporca su dita lascia impronta e una ronda in zona che aspetta che venda tiro un p貌 sposto via la tenda sbirro gi霉 in divisa non lascio che mi prenda La tua lingua non batte non ha parole tra mille falsi senti i veri a cui batte il cuore l'inchiostro gocciola su carta precaria si passa dal cordone ombelicale all'ora d'aria RIT X 2- Calibro 9 mm a cento passi se non hai il fegato rischi lo shock cerca nei blocchi che trovi in via anfossi dove la plastica si chiama Gaston Glock

Solomon: Call the Coroner Music Video

  • Durée: 4:10
  • Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
  • Visites: 1372' favoriteCount='3
  • Publié par: Kujofilm

Thématique: Coroner  Hip  Hip-Hop  Hop  Indie  Music  New  Pop  Rap  Solomon  Soul  Unsigned  Video 

Solomon's New Music Video for Call The Coroner

Stoprocent Ekipa - Peja, Kaczor, Gural, PiH, Borixon, Miodu, Kajman, Sobota - Stoprocent Tour

  • Durée: 6:46
  • Notation: 4.25 (8 votes)
  • Visites: 1220' favoriteCount='8
  • Publié par: Osha7

Thématique: borixon  Gural  kaczor  kajman  miodu  Peja  pih  procent  rap  sobota  Sto 

Dj Story... Peja... Kaczor... Guraal... PiH... Borixon... Kajman... Sobota... Miodu... Miodu: Je偶eli mia艂by to by膰 dla nas nawet ostatni dzie艅 ooooo... My nie sprzedamy si臋 nikomu, nie odejdziemy w cie艅 ooooo... Je偶eli czujesz, 偶e m贸wimy teraz na wersach to ooooo... Sto procent serca i duszy na koncertach, sprawd藕 to ooooo... Peja: Na st贸w臋, Stoprocent to jest hardcore jak lichwa, Ja po偶ycz臋 Ci ten szmal, lecz Ty na tym nie skorzystasz, Witam, na st贸w臋, mam w czubie, po艂贸w臋, Do dna, na szybko, to oldskulowy wyskok, Wyjd藕 st膮d jak si臋 wahasz, oto nowa flacha, Sukom urywa si臋 wahacz, oto rap w przerwie na macha, Dla niedowiark贸w blacha, m贸j rap Stopro dosadnie, Na g艂ow臋 bat Ci spadnie, nie chciej wyl膮dowa膰 na dnie, Nie 艂adnie, 偶e wnikasz w ten rap, to ta muzyka, To ekipa z grupy podwy偶szonego ryzyka, Spr贸buj przyfika膰, w przedbiegach masz ju偶 plecy, Ka偶dy z nas to rap na st贸w臋, a nie g贸wno dla hecy, Ju偶 na sam koniec, pozdrowienia dla s艂uchaczy, Jeba膰 partaczy, ka偶dy wie, kto jest nim raczej. Kaczor: To ten z numerem pierwszym {Peja - a jak, a jak}, Wi臋c sprawd藕 to szczylu, masz tu sto procent stylu, Zn贸w hardcore gadka z niebezpiecznych rewir贸w, Zn贸w b臋dzie jatka, jak w walkach w klatkach, Od P.D.G. zbir贸w, ten rap dla wielu to gratka synu, Cho膰 偶ycie pe艂ne wir贸w chcia艂oby nas pchn膮膰 pod powierzchnie, Ja jad臋 na procent贸w sto, olewam reszt臋, Z 偶yciowych zakr臋t贸w wyj艣膰 bezpiecznie, w tym mie艣cie, Z pi膮tego elementu gadam niekoniecznie grzecznie, Kr贸lowie mikrofonu bezsprzecznie s膮 tu dzi艣, Ja i kilku ludzi, co maj膮 to w sercach, Prawda tkwi w tych wersach, cho膰 wyboisty cz臋sto ten szlak, Nie dla debili jak mensa, to Kaczor ten sam gracz, Co robi ten sam rap do dzi艣, co na sto procent krew w 偶y艂ach mrozi, Wiesz, o co chodzi, wi臋c nie b膮d藕 pizda, To ten z numerem pierwszym, czeka cz艂owiek z blizn膮, sprawd藕 to. Miodu: Je偶eli mia艂by to by膰 dla nas nawet ostatni dzie艅 ooooo... My nie sprzedamy si臋 nikomu, nie odejdziemy w cie艅 ooooo... Je偶eli czujesz, 偶e m贸wimy teraz na wersach to ooooo... Sto procent serca i duszy na koncertach, sprawd藕 to ooooo... Guraal: Bbbbrrrrraaat, Z ma艂ej chmury du偶y deszcz, Guraal chmury kurzy te偶, Bia艂y murzyn, wiesz, mam na sobie du偶y dres, wiesz, I u偶ytek, robi臋 z jego du偶ych kieszeni, Pi臋膰 gram zieleni, na niebie s艂o艅ce wchodzi w zenit, Guraal alias Tony Denim, reprezentant soli ziemi, Powoli, manewrujemy, A jak co艣 robimy, to robimy to na st贸w臋, To ten od bletek, lufek, st贸w po艂贸wek, M贸wi膮 Guraal, pewnie niez艂y widok masz, Ja pal臋 hasz, patrz臋 w twarz, codziennie rano w lustrze, Co wypijesz to wypocisz, co Ci臋 nie zabije to Ci臋 wzmocni, P.D.G., to P.D.G., yo. PiH: Wbij z butami im si臋 na ryj, ta艅cz jak Fred Aster, Kiedy 艣wiat wykrzywia twarz, s艂yszysz pierdol si臋, Z nienawi艣ci膮 krzycz膮, chc膮 to przerwa膰, To jakbym trzyma艂 fiuta w z臋bach Eriki Steinbach, Szukasz na mnie paragrafu, mog臋 Ci pom贸c, Swoimi ustami postaw sns do pionu, Nie jeste艣 Stopro, gdy podchodzisz z rana do lustra, Patrzysz sobie w oczy, wiesz, 偶e 偶ona Ci si臋 puszcza, Ja 偶yje Stopro w Mistrz贸w Lidze, Gdy hajsy licz臋, narzeczona ca艂uje mnie w policzek, Nie jeste艣 Stopro, go艣ciu przykry zniknij, U偶ywasz string贸w mamy zamiast dentystycznej nitki, Nie jeste艣 Stopro, potrafisz tylko to Ty, motyw, Pod prysznicem la膰 sobie na stopy, Ja 偶yje Stopro, przez stereo og艂aszam zgony, To ja Coroner, czujesz ebonit? Miodu: Je偶eli mia艂by to by膰 dla nas nawet ostatni dzie艅 ooooo... My nie sprzedamy si臋 nikomu, nie odejdziemy w cie艅 ooooo... Je偶eli czujesz, 偶e m贸wimy teraz na wersach to ooooo... Sto procent serca i duszy na koncertach, sprawd藕 to ooooo... Borixon: Ta muzyka jest jak sport, mojego rapu nowy sort, Ziomek, zobacz, kto jest kto, chce zabija膰 inne flow, Porozumienia brak, miasto jak wrak, brak tu perspektyw, Opluwam tandet臋, jeb贸w niszcz臋 jak insekty, Osiedla i projekty, projekty, projekt贸w milion, Wje偶d偶am w to wszystko, pe艂n膮 kurw膮, amfibi膮, Widzisz rapuj to m贸j syndrom, gdzie si臋 rodzisz nie wybierasz sam, Wa偶ne jak si臋 prowadzisz, jaki masz plan, Zawistne kurwy chcia艂yby nas zniszczy膰, Widzisz taki szacunek, szacun kasuje Ci臋 z listy, Mam przyjaci贸艂, gdzie mam kurwa przyjaci贸艂, To jest kurwa paranoja, czyja to jest wina, moja czy Twoja, Id臋 drog膮, zawrotka, na niej odcinka od ch艂amu, Mam produkcje na koncie, we藕 si臋 zastan贸w, Moja klika i mafia jest tylko moja, ja tu bior臋 kas臋, Zostawiam reszt臋, 艂ykajcie to jest wasze.

Ludadcris-Undisputed with lyrics

  • Durée: 4:38
  • Notation: ( votes)
  • Visites: 121
  • Publié par: malton89

Thématique: hiphop  ludacris  mind  of  rap  theater  undisputed 

[Ludacris:] Back up on dat ass, Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash, Bow down to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers, Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers, Diamonds on my chain look like my neck's full of glacers, Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?" I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans catch da holy ghost at my shows like ya grandma at church, And the fat lady singin', it's ova for you rappers, Can't none of ya'll bust your just sacs full of semen, And I got da women screamin', and they could catch my balls on any given sunday like my name's Willy Beaman, Or LL Cool, so if ya boyfriend thinks your loyal to his ass then he's a motherfuckin fool, Got jewels on my pinky, jewels on my wrist Iconic status and his name is Ludacris, Bitch please, you messin with some real O.G's, With million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas, Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cause I been smokin' all da trees, The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt, And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts, Wat you want from me? I got pistols for da haters, Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders, And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor, Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt, The name of my car insurance is YO fuckIN FAULT, And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga... [Floyd Mayweather speaks] [Ludacris:] Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans, Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than a fresh batch of home-made buttermilk biscuits, A-tisket, a-tasket, a custom-made casket, Luda leaves them trouters stretched out like gymnastics, And acrobatics I'm superstar status, the mouth of the South like gangsta grillz you bastard, The international traveler, and I may not be much to you but I'm the sh*t out in Africa, So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up, You can't compete with me, I got 'em stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet with me, And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston become drug-free, I'm the baddest mother shut it like Shaft was, leavin' rappers with headaches like bad drugs, They shoulda warned ya, you got defeated by the heat but, eh, we'll just say we Alonzo Mourn'd ya, So Cater coroner, I'll show up to yo funeral with some gators like I'm fresh outta Florida, Call me the swamp thing, ya'll headed in the wrong direction like you hit the subway and caught the wrong train, So don't f**k with it, I'm sendin' lyrical bullets right at ya dome f**k niggaz betta duck with it, Or else you stuck with it, You'll get stalked so bad you'll leava da scene thinkin eight Young Buck's did it, But not in Cashville, you lost yo feelin' like comin down off X chasin' effects of yo last pill, You fuckin Daffy Dill, You's a Daffy Duck, And I'm the undefeated champ, ya'll niggas suck!

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