Who Has The Best Flow (Freestyle Thread #3)

Yeah the other 2 threads just had way 2 many post not that its a bad thing or nuthin but just to many so i thought i start up a new post to get this shit started all over again feel me. so everybody come on and give us ya best flows.

yeah i haven't droped much last couple days so i'ma start this bitch off right man, and show yall y im one of the best on here, and i dont even know many bars this shit is lol

Yeah u can ask around and they’ll tell ya on the block I’m stronger than Hercules
Cuz n these streets dog, them killas r workin under me
So if u got beef dog, I can getcha merked 4 free
Cuz it aint nuthin to a G
See I can send a few of them goons, maybe 2 or 3
To ya crib while u and ya family sleep
And they aint worried bout the noise, cuz they got silencers on they heat
See one of them is a look out for police
And another one, is inside watchin out for ya peeps
While the 3rd one, goes in ya room and puts 1 n ya piece
And then they dip out, leave ya there layin besides ya spouse to bleed
So if u thinking bout crossin me, ya betta stop and freeze
Cuz homie you should already know better
Cuz when I squeeze, leave ya flesh hotter than a red pepper
And it’ll leave ya frame lookin like sum paper that just came out the shredder
Yeah betta watch out for the winter, cuz I keep 3 tucked unda my sweater
Keep 1 on each side and 1 n da back ready for whoever
Yeah me and my goons are all sum money getters
And when it comes to getting it, I be faster than the fist of Floyd Mayweathers
Yeah yall funny niggas, thinking that yall really getting that chedda
When im out here dealin them birds, and yall only playin wit feathers
Yeah u can catch me rollin witcha bitch, n da coupe and the insides all leather
And yes this the first time I ever met her
Yeah she told me she loved ya, but there was just sumtin bout me that made her wetter
And if ya home when I drop her off, getting mad is what I don’t recomend
When she tell ya that we just friends
Yeah if u wanna know the truth, just look at the bruises on her shins
From where she was down on her kneese to long, workin out her lip muscles n my den
Yeah I can’t lie and pretend
Her head game was da bomb, I might just have her blow it again
As a matter of fact, I might just have to do it this weekend
Told her to call me on Saturday and we can do it then
Told her don’t come alone & bring 1 of her kin
Yeah when Saturday came around, I rolled up n my old Benz
Wit the custom paint job, sittin on them chrome rims
Yeah she introduced me to her cuzin Jen
And she had long dark hair, bright green eyes, and tan skin
Yeah she was way hotter, but played it off by telling them that I thought they was twins
They started laughin, and I was like shit what yall waitin for, go ahead and jump in
Yeah I rolled up the windows wit them presidential tints
So they aint gotta worry bout nobody lookin in
Yeah then we hit the highway, thats when she pulled my dick out and started blowin like the wind
Yeah she was tryin to look up in my eyes, but the $500 frames I had on have black lenz
Took em to the hotel and hit em both 1 at a time, and when I was finished, I nutted on they face, shit went everywhere from they eyes to they chin
And see I’ma playa homie, that money I didn’t even have to spend
But if u wanna do what I do, u gotta have them dividends
And I don’t play bout mine homie, them full metal jackets I’ma send
And when u get hit, they’ll rip str8 thru and cause ya rib cage to cave in
Or I could hitcha wit the hollows, and they’ll just penetrate and cause ya bones to bend
Take ya ass out to the country on a farm, leave ya sleepin unda the hens
And if I get caught fuck it, I do a lil time n da pin
But see I gotta lawyer that I pay every week wit them stacks, if u wonderin how many try about 10
Do that for a couple months until I go to trial, and I betcha I’ma win

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Permalink Reply by DJ_And-Town on October 8, 2008 at 5:32am

Yeah these niggas out here know me as da Traffic King
Cuz all dem bricks n dem bags n da back is what i be trafficien
Im the shit bitch, got niggas fiendin for me like nickatein
I got that purp on da low, gotcha a brick for 16
Boy i'ma trapstar & i only been hustlin before i was 16
Ya can catch me rollin round town in da 6 duece 6 wit da fold down tv screens
I'm rich bitch keep a couple stacks in the pockets of my jeans
Stay packin boy on my side be da 4-5th wit da bem
I keep sacks of purp cuz money is da only thing i fucks wit dats green

I'm da one that runs this shit so me is who u dont wanna metal wit
Cuz everywhere that i go i keep that metal griped
If ya aint got my money then meet me n da streets so we can settle this shit
And when i let off wit da gauge ya skin gonna get hot as tea kettles get
I'ma killa so no i wont ever flynch when it comes to makin dat metal spit
Da gauge is da same color as da ice on my necklace and wrist
So dont get mad at me when im hollarin at ya miss
Cuz i gotta bem on da gauge just to make sure that i dont miss
And tha shells goin to cause ya insides to twist and crush ya abs
Thats what ya get fag, for fuckin wit a killa like me thats y u n a body bag
And no i dont like to brag, but i got duffel bags filled wit stacks n da back of da Jag

Its Infamous Da Killa and im whome many fear
Cuz i wont hesitate to squeeze da trigga and leave em wit they face pierced
He wasn't nobody when his friends and family got the news noone shed a tear
But noone can find tha body he was wraped up n a body bag and tossed over the pier
Man this right here for those who be sleepin on da kid, wake up
Betta getcha mind right and str8'n up
I'm da brickman and i got my grind right so come to me to getcha weight up
If ya got them stacks then i gotcha covered like make up
If i got problems i'm aimin for ya head so it dont matta if ya have on a vest cuz u still aint safe enough
Cuz when da bullets hits ya face its goin to cause ya bones to break up
Or i may have my boys run up n ya home leave ya family taped up
And i want u to know who did it so no i aint coverin my face up
Ya betta have my money before ya family gets sprayed up

Yes its da Killamann so da best just stepped in
Everywhere i go i keep a weap-in on my side just for my protection
And i keep one n da chamber just incase sumone starts testin
And dont think i wont pull da trigga with no second guessin
Cuz boy for that plex-in my buddy's gotta stretch them
I dont have sympathy for no man i just have to teach them a leason
So before fuckin wit me ya betta get on ya kneese and ask da lord for a blessin
Like i said before n da dope game ya can't have to best friend
Cuz they da first ones to turn on ya cuz they mad cuz they make less inns
I'm all bout my money so a hustla is what i am to be destined
Dont fuck wit my money cuz i'll send dem slugs atcha from da Smith N Wessin havin dem slugs beatin ya chest in
Leave ya on da other side of da city over there on da west end
Its to late for ya cuz when i left ya was already gettin cold and started mess-in

Yeah ya lifes a gamble, like a stack on da line when dice are played
Ya dont know nuthin bout hustlin, my whole block flooded wit ice, just like the ice age
If ya need sumtin hit me up i got the nicest prices cuz i gotta get paid
Cuz I'm all bout my paper, so i aint got time for no bullshit
I stay packin boy and i'll pull quick, and you's a gonna boy if ya dont pull shit
Cuz i stay packin wit a full clip, and da gauge will make ya do a full flip
And niggas always gettin mad when they ladies start to whistle, when they see me n my whip
But buddy ya betta not trip, cuz u best believe i keep that pistol gripped
And trust me ya dont want no part of it, cuz the bullets look like missiles when it spits
So ya betta hope i just hop out da car and leave ya pistol whipped

Yeah its ya boy Killamann, and u already know how i act
Sauld off is what i pack, so fuck wit me & ima treat ya like my car and leave ya top pilled back
Boy i'm On Top of this music like Joe Buddens & u cant stop that
The best weed is what i got budden & i got the best crack so from now on ya know where to come shop at
Cuz i be smokin dat dro & flipin dat coke
Stackin my dough,& that aint no joke
And ya hatin cuz ya broke, then turn around tryin to be a nigga friend but nope
Betta try another way,cuz goin that route goin to leave ya wit no hope
Or it might just leave ya leakin on da ground wit a hole n ya throat
Cuz I wont hesitate to bust shots
And i'm aimin for head like mug shots
Yelp i'ma young rich thug,& yall aint got what i got
Niggas say i remind em of the sun, yelp cuz ya boy be that hot
Well my gun must remund em of the sun to, cuz after ya get popped ya body's gonna get just as hot