DROP A HOT VERSE...SHOW ME YOU CAN SPIT

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Permalink Reply by young reed{y.r.f} on July 2, 2008 at 10:46pm

im yung rich n famous ridin in a hard whip
custom made cartier lens wit da dark tent
ya girl friend at mi show wit her heart bent
i had to do da superman on her like clark cent
a soulja boi i told ya boi
only 12 years old ridin in a rova boi
n stay in school if you wanna get moe bread
my fans so upsesd dey get autographs on dey fohead
we da best nothing betta dats wht dey tellin mi
filling like akeehla bout to go win me a spellin bee
so get ya artist n put em in trainin
2008 da yung rich n famous

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Permalink Reply by cye young on July 2, 2008 at 10:53pm

shit that was fresh homie ive been seeing you on...thats hot real talk

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Permalink Reply by DJ_And-Town on July 2, 2008 at 11:39pm

yeah i be on there got a couple lol i forgot the address i look at it n a min and send it to ya but i'm bout to spit another one for the hatas lol

Yeah I'm here now, so yall best move
Before i ride bye, and let that tech loose
And i got enough hollow tips n da clip
For u and ya crew to take atleast 2
Yeah, and yall aint even gotta come out
Cuz the shit that i spit will rip str8 thru ya fuckin house
And thats what u gon get if u keep runnin ya mouth
Tryin to act hard when u know that is not what u about
Yeah, but trust me, this is how i am always
Out here grindin gettin money all day
Servin them fiends n da streets or n da apartment hallways
Yeah im trappin wit my dogs and we all paid
We all stay strapped and we'll all spray
So yall betta go ahead and fall back
Before we leave yall all flat
Then we'll jump back nside them tall Lacs
And hall ass, back to the trap where we get them tall stacks
And im sittin here countin that bread while im gettin cap from a bitch wit a bald cat
Yeah i keep that peanut butter so u can call me Peter Pan
And i sale it for the low, 75 per gram
Smokin on dat dro, call it strawberry jam
While im out here hustlin wit my fuckin fam
See me i'm daydreamin bout ridin n a Lamb
But until then man them lbs i'ma cram nside of the Ram
Yeah the insides tan, but the outside is chedda
And yeah i see u doin ya thang homie, but im doin it betta
Cuz i can make more n a day than u and ya boys can together
Cuz see what i reup wit man, u can't afford
Even got a bitch named Rhonda that transports that work n da back of her Honda Accord
Yeah im the man, cuz im ur mans source
Movin all dis heavy weight, got me more paper than Tork
Yeah if u aint getttin money u need to change course
Yeah im gettin mine 10 stacks n dese Evizu shorts
And i just dropped 300 on my custom Force
And im bouts to buy my moms a new fuckin Porsche
And if u can't find me n da hood, u can find me n da country chillin on d porch
Smokin on dat purp mane, and it gotcha boy torched (yyyyeeeeaaaahhhhh)

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Permalink Reply by cye young on July 3, 2008 at 12:04am

lol thats whats hood my nigga....lol man when i came and seen who replied i said damn my nigga spitting hard you gone use any of this shit cuz its some lame niggas who want to claim fame niggas so they some dame niggas the mean bitches go and record our shit beware of the 50's but after they run out of our lines they album turn to v.i.c. it gets silly and ill be damn if a penny nigga use me to get a milli my work leathal like a shark they call it great white but im a killa whale and your girl gave me a wet willy and she got nice titties like jennifer tilly but she popp a bean thats what i call getting jiggy my work kermit the frog and my drank ms piggy.......yeeeeeeah......aaaaaaaa

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Permalink Reply by shawty on July 26, 2008 at 2:00pm

yeah i see you trappin in the hood
but boy if you come to my world i'll show you whats really hood
i'm a mill plus to the good
smoke purp all day or hawiian bud from brazil
cuz i'ma money gettin go getta from pickettville
a rebel wit no cause but best believe i made the deal
i'm bossed up like lil bill
don't get crossed up cause i aim ta kill
i'ma gangster from the heart of the ville
i ride in a charger wit them things barred up forreal
this ain't no fakin i'm caked up forreal
i got money stacked up like that tom brady deal
boy if you knew the deal you'll be fuckin wit ya boy forreal
this ain' no thanking i'm banking on the deal
yeah i just bought moms a new crib
but boy you should see that thing she whipping through the ville
moms ain't no joke she been in it for years
tru gangster to her heart boy you got to see her deal
i'ma menace to society yeah forreal
i been on the run for bout fifteen years
yeah you talking bout 3 hundred on some custom forces
yeah you don't know the deal
when i'm talking bout a pair guccis wit the hill
banking on the thought that you can't be forreal
i'm trill from the ville and you got to be over the hill
check ya boy later cause i'm out of this bitch here

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Permalink Reply by Mr. Freshe on July 3, 2008 at 12:24am

Sorry, I left a few days. I see yall been holdin it down though. I had a few days of studio time, school and etc back with some more raw.

Was strugglin, puttin work in/
Shit wasnt crackin, so I got to bussin//

No glocks, time clocks, No appreciation/
Girl buggin, blocks hatin//

Built up the frustration/
Need a new image, I meant imagination//

Look to the skies real talk, precipitation/
GOD gets the glory, his word I partake in//

Mind made up, so I got nuthin to lose/
Rappers blind to the facts, unlike the Real Dudes//

Waited my time, put in my dues/
Everything be huge, got cars & trucks, nothing less than 22's//

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Permalink Reply by cye young on July 3, 2008 at 12:31am

hell yeah man im thinking about starting a group my nigga called the cypha but i need the right image

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Permalink Reply by Mr. Freshe on July 3, 2008 at 12:35am

I got an independent label that myself and my cousin started. You can check us at www.myspace.com/misterfreshe or www.myspace.com/illfaminc.

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Permalink Reply by cye young on July 3, 2008 at 12:49am

okay i send yall a request my nigga real talk....

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Permalink Reply by DJ_And-Town on July 3, 2008 at 12:26am

yeah i appreciate da love and yeah i like that shit but na i mean do use it but im not to much of a rapper i like makin mixtapes ya know i just fuckin round wit this rappin shit for fun ya know i can't really rap over most beats i can't just go listen to a beat and write shit to it ya know then when i try and rap over a beat i always be fuckin up and shit but sum beats i can do it over good but everybody say i got skills its just the spittin it part ya know but im bouts to put on for my city ya dig

Yeah im from And-Town South Crack, but i rep the whole state
I be hustlin n da trap, and doin my thang wit them tapes
And if u hot i might put u on a track, if ur money str8
Just holla at me u know where i be at, on da Hill pushin weight
And we got whatcha need from weed pills to crack, and the shop never close so its never to late
Cuz we always hustlin for them stacks, cuz we love gettin paid
And look i stay wit them wolfs and they ready to attack, best do what they say
Cuz they pack gats and macks, and they'll spray at ya face
Cause ya head to dettach, family can't have a proper wait
Yeah i got that D Boy swag, Gucci shades and Batheing Apes
And yeah i gotcha bitch on my lap, and im lovin the way she make her ass shake
So u know i'ma have to tap, then i'ma send her back ur way
But see i play it smart she told me all ur stats and where u stay
So dont be suprised when u see them boys n black, run up n ya place
Bare face no mask str8 disgrace
Yeah i got my duffel bag, so tell me wheres ya safe
Dont try and act bad, cuz u really should prey
Before i toss ya n da bag of da Jag, then head out to da lake
And i'ma keep my eyes out for all da rats, leave ya missin without a trace (ya dig)

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Permalink Reply by J.K. hustles on July 12, 2008 at 4:50am

the forward was cool but...You can tell all that by reading you bars...The bars are too long for any real song and the rhyme scheme is too Gucciish...But keep practicing...

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Permalink Reply by DJ_And-Town on July 3, 2008 at 12:35am

Yeah u know where i stay
Right there off Snow Road
Where i distribute that weight
And u can get it for the low
Man im talkin bout that cake
Dat coke and da dro
And the safe, thats where i keep da cash
And everytime i re up i re up wit a couple duffel bags
Yeah i got n e thing u need u just gotta ask
And everytime i reup i put a couple up for stash
Just incase theres a drought, so i can break em down and make em last
Yeah trap or die is a way of life, no matter where u may reside at
Thats y u can find them youngstas skippin class
Find em n da kitchen and they whippin the glass
Then they hit the block and distribute them packs
Yeah sum got a 9 to 5 and u should give them a clap
Cuz sum just rap step n da booth and spit on da tracks
Single mothers either strip or work on da track
And they do it for one reason, to survive put food on da plates
Sumtimes mane u gotta do whatever it takes
Thats y u can catch niggas trafficin wit stolen plates
Comin back wit that fishscale that keeps em numb n da face
All u gotta do is take a sniff u aint even gotta taste
Yeah im gettin paid mane just check out my place
4 bedroom brick house right there off the lake
14 karats on da Gucci frames
Multy color stones on da chain got me lookin fly like supermans cape
Yeah im smokin on dat superman dro thats stickier than scotch tape
Many years of grindin workin hard everyday
To get what i got, man u betta get on ya grind and get str8
Dont worry bout these other niggas let them niggas hate
Just keep workin cuz when it comes to gettin that money u gone win tha race

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