WHO GOT FLOWS???

[NBD]

BARS, FLOWS & LYRICS (POST SOME TIGHT SHIT)

I refuse to quit
this independent
slangin compact disc
throughout the cities
different ghettos, avenues and strips
they hop like kangaroos and shit
just to see a niggaz face
hoes be jumpin out they shoes and fitz
and trying to check out
who I'm cruisin wit
as soon as I open up my mouth
her pussys gettin hot oozin and shit
and I was steady juicin the bitch
mis-using the bitch
I had to teach her
every single rule of a pimp
they call your boy a fool when I spit
cause I be havin the bitch
crackin up
then I make her druel on the dick

 

[bg taz loc]

i get blasted
on any tracc hyperactive
ripn shit up by tha masses, so drastic
what i cee spit'n iz automatic
loc i cant have it
on any shit , pacc strapz cakc wit tha 50 clip
ta dig a ditch i really cee on sum siccmade shit
cant trust a tricc!
im G-made
game tite like spadez twisted like braidz
and any nigga in my range besta clear tha fucc'n way
im bout my pay
anyway i could get it that day
pimp hoez, spit flowz, or cold selln that yay
frum L.A ta tha BAY i got connect
elko ta dade i got respect, if u neglect im at ure necc
ripn a nigga out they flesh
im cold hearted dont get tha loc started
cuh shit ill get retarted
leave ya in tha cakc of tha trunk smell like sumone farted
pull ure card quicc , like lightening bitch then blaze a splif
ridahz who im bangn wit
like big money mike, bomb, quazi, and chris
im at blue smoke kill'n shit rediculous
cuh try and get wit tha skill but cant fade tha real
cuh my ninjaz inconspicuous

 

[MrDontGIVEaFUCK]

that yung 15 year old in htis muthafucka!!!!!

your arrival in this earth, cursed by your main rival-
hard times come and go, stay strong for survival-
You will hate your life, saying your a waste of your parents creation-
With determination, you will escape your suicidal situation-
your mind and a weapon are an association, try to overtake that combination-
Scars on the rist, anticipation of needing a blood donation-
Dont let no one put you down, control your destination-
Ending your life aint a vacation, Dying aint a celebration-
Thoughts of death are scary, time to start a new foundation-
Stay alive and overcome bullshit, hell or heaven should not be your location-
you rather be alive, no priest having to do narrations-
Rest in Peace is not communication, its sad information-
Speaking Dictation, live a wonderful life with selfpirde-
Dont let others guide you to suicide-
I seen my homies cry, family members die-
Walking in your own shoes, Take ya own stride-
Speakin my life with flows, this shit happens worldwide-


wrote this verse for a track i am making about suicidal and shit... tha track is called " Decisions"

 

[THA RIPPA]

verse 2, gets more agonizing and excruciating/
i dont listen to rumors so theres just no use in hating/
fucc around ill leave you another one of my casualties/
make ya face an abnormality, fucc the technicalities/
or the consequences of the actions which i take part in/
im slaughterin my whole town, i aint lookin for no pardon/
id be sellin illegal substances right outta my cell/
its like i dont need to steer the wheel IM ON A ONE WAY TRIP TO HELL/
no return, no turning bacc, no forgivness for what ive done/
God gonna be sendin wrath to my kids and my grandsons/
constantly pullin the trigger like im an obsessive compulsive/
dont think about the tragedy bound to happen im just too impulsive/
somebody call the exorcist gotta get these images outta my dreams/
jerkin off to the thoughts of somebodys mercy screams/
but i dont let up, not till im 6 feet in the dirt/
but then ill rise up outta my casket and extract revenge upon the Earth

 

[tadou]

Im sittin in the eye-of-the-storm.../
You make..1 false move..
And i gurantee, ya life'll-be-gone.../
When i step into the cypher--it's-on!/
Aint nobody tryin to see me like..
Tragic Loss' wife-in-a-thong!/

Cuz in a minute, i could damage-ya-flesh../
You just a rookie...
What the fuck made you think that you could stand-wit-a-vet?/
I could make you look retarded, son..
..Hand-on-ya-chest/
And eat you up like an orange, toast, sandwich-and-eggs...


........jus a lil somethin!

 

[KANSAS CITY ENT]

im'a tryna decide what the fuck im'a do~
searchin inside for the the right voice to listen to~
fighting nightly with the struggle with in~
scared and alone cause all this life im living caused me to lose my religion~
not to mention i'm using again~
gone in the wind..realizing my hearts frozen~
thinkin i was the one chosen to be made an exzample~
lantern light guides me to a quiet place, and there i ramble~
amazed at the softness of my feet when i trample~
i handle the problems i have by bleedin my heart out~
scream with my tounge out, as i climb into the atmosphere~
floating to the top as i slowly grow near~
but my soul done ended up exploding before i got there~
and whats that dood? the story of my life, whad you expect?~
something a little more plesant and extravagent?~
well damn.. so did i.. instead i get this lonelyness, hatred and confusion till i die.....


~law

 

[Stizon Skrilla]

I played my role
but i lost my soul
in a world so cold
and hell right outside my doe
shed tears
loose peers
I lived the worst of your fears
this here, right here, may be the last of my years
Dear lord save my soul
I done lost control
I got my game face in gold
but i'm about to fold
Boil and hustle
toil and tussle
I'm just tryna bubble
niggaz touch ya
tryna gutcha...
cuzz they hate they struggle
you cant be mad cuz i'm playa,
who spends a G on gataz...
Dats like me being mad you ride Grown men,
and I ride teenagers....

 

[GAME INSANE]

Somethin T1 wrote for a collaboration exacly 1 year ago...7/3/2001.

Don’t let this
collaboration fool ya senses
ENDLESS AMMOUNTS OF TOXINS
I BE DROin FO EXPENSES

Extermination could be fatal, to your civilization
None of yall are equal
All of you people will come to realization

Devastation from a chemical like the music
Enters ya head through the earhole
And leaves ya brain fluid

Who would a known
that It would be possible to send messages Subliminailly
leaven you all poisoned if you listen to me

I sink deeply into ya unconscious environment
Inject my antodote if you need to come back to alive again

So don’t assume that cause we makin these similar moves
That you anywhere close to the slitherin snake in the grass
With an attitude

 

[Mista CaNE]

yall got me juiced so this is off top...

circumstances got me stuck
between a glock and a knife-
my dilemma involves a trial
or a son and a wife-
whoever said that life was
hard was a philsopher dog-
3 4ths of the population thoughts
be dead as a log-
i aint even choose a path i just created
my own-
less then a month till i come out
im like a kid wit no home-
nobody ever heard ah me nor do
they wanna part of it-
but by the time u finish listenin
grab the blanks gotta dub it-
i wonder whats it really for
cuz the hatins intense-
the underdog prevails again
writin's my only defense-

 

[RODZILLA]

Rite here dood, I got flows like tha amazon river/
Serve haterz at dinner/
Fuc 10 hoes, and make dey knees quiver/
I deliver, more punches than tha great ali/
Deliver punches like Bruce Lee/
Killin them Killa bees, Unseen and Quikly/
Kuruption like W.T.C/
My dick be, in more hoes than most porn stars/
Ridin V10 cars like me and them Cash Money fools switched bars/
Retards, Fuck wit me and get investigated like U stole somthin/
Get smacked like narcs like U told somthin/
Cold Humpin....Dats fuckin eskimo hos in da winter/
If U call this attraction them Im tha center/
Gettin rid of hatas wit Semi Automatics/
Mr elastic/ Takin over in drastic/
Anaconda tactics/ My heat melt u like hott chap sticks/
Rodzilla a.k.a tha Persian Hog/
Gettin through this Crowded Fog.....

 

[sir-moj]

most of my nizzles see the penn
or laying six feet deep
and most of the rappers say they thugs
but scared to walk the streets
and most of these niggas say they players
and always pop they collas
but in the presence of a bitch
you freeze up and will not dare to holla
keep it gangsta on what you do
this is the ballad of a sav nigga
oh you a gangsta cuz you did a little time
i heard you were tossing salads nigga
you damn skippy i got my clown suit
and putting you on blast with the rest of the clowns
how the fuck am I suppose to respect a nigga
who loves to give muthafucking doo doo browns

 

[GAME INSANE]

This is a tight ass thread right here...

 

[NBD]

I'm handin out these ass wuppons
you'll get yo cash tooken
we hop in the load and spin that shit
wit the fuckin task lookin
we locked in the lab cookin
that Platinum Bound Shit we pushin
puffin on weed bushes
you niggas is soft like cushions
they keep puttin
my name all in they grill
for real
get skrill
strapped wit a weapon that stays concealed
unless you niggas wanna test my skills
smokin big in the dank mobile
talk shit
then I makem all kneel
they bowin down
but steady tryin to break a nigga off
wit dollar bills

 

[MrDontGIVEaFUCK]

more porno music from BIGGZ

Sex thoughts... Me and you gurl are like a Pay-Per View exclusive//
I'm attractive to you, I aint gunna be abusive//
I mack all hoes, your sudusive, Names i juss stack 'em//
Hit you nice and slow, giving you uncontrolable orgasims//
I can raise the force, fuck harder, causing you to have back Spasums//
I want thongs to show, get freaky on my flows//
In the studio, thoughts are in your mind fa sho//
I can see it in your eyes, I won the jack pot and your my prize//
Biggz advise, prepare to try and handle my supplies//
Look out, you see the sunrise, correction its sunset//
Staring at your lips, asking why they wet//
Affection, your in my viens like an injection//
I want you, we need to do more, we got a connection//
I can deliver lyrical or physical erections on you gurl//
Perfection, I know you like my thug appeal//
Making you squeal, what you need from me?(pause) its a done deal//
When i am in the middle of something, your in my head as a distraction//
Your reaction towards biggz, you admit last nite was more then satisfaction//

 

[KnowNoGood]

Hard Hitters

On my team, it's niggas and bitches you don't wanna rile up
in the Expedition, we piled up
in all black, we styled up, from head to toe
all that we own, it's on the low
you should know, you comin with that baller braggadocio
it's your ass in a sling, first class trip to the wing
of any trauma center in your whereabouts
and because y'all the types I don't care about
runnin your mouths, it's guns in your mouths
I don't shed tears, it shoulda been clear
my philosophy, flow business over show business
you got no business, fuckin with my squad
with y'all childish motherfuckers I'm not sparin the rod
you fuck with us, it's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
families calm, with a reading of the Psalm

It's plenty more where that came from, all original
AIM:bedhart
e-mail:[email protected]
Get at me 'cause I'm lookin for an indie deal, no gimmicks, no games so it's fuck the majors! No commercial flows in me!

 

[sir-moj]

more spitels

till my casket drops
ill be at it like a savage
chasing after bread
loving the color of me cabage
i got all of my game from
the place better known as sunnyhills
where niggas is steadily hoggin
catching cases and fighting appeals
on the realla, my nilla
you need to slow your role killa
this is the saga of a sav
like my nigga stizon scrilla
dont get your wig split
alwayz caught up in some punk shit
ill be the first to smash on a bitch
in second gear with the shift kit
i hangs wit treal niggas
in and outta jail niggas
all about they hustle
who aint scared to get in that tail niggas

 

[NBD]

still affiliated wit cocaine dealaz
broke, starvin wit a stomach ache nigga
up all night
full of weed and hard liqa
all I fuck wit is go gettas
niggas got hustlin blood all in us
gettin tacked out in a old school Plymouth
burn the OZ
til the whole thangs finished
up at the club
doin promo
puttin postcards on every vehicle
my niggas all hungry ass fuck
you don't know
trying to get money
just to hit the studio
under the stairs
in the VALLEJO
all day session
wit a room full of smoke
everybody know that we poppin the most
so we so sick and tired of being broke