streets disciple, Vancuevar White Boy, NG5, Esco, whoever. Drop your shit and LETS GO!

generally if you challenge, you drop first....

you're on....

spit

Lets get it started, you are so retarted
Ill blow you away, like if Fat Albert farted
Frying you niggaz like a skillet
Im the funkest on the board, who is also the illest
Fucking up your rep, on and off the Net
Doing u niggaz dirty like Shaq did the Nets
I'm not kidding, i bring the heat
even Steve Urkel would call yall some geeks
I'm a rude, attitude having little nigga
Ill kill anyone in my way of these seven figures
That goes for anyone, black or Causician
without hestitation, I ll leave you undeground, know waht Im saying?
I think its funny when white boys fake all hard
I can fry you all, even from a far
Many say I was sent from above
My flow is nastier than two faggots making love
but dont drop the soap, of this lyrical dope-
ness, creativeness, you niggaz dont want to approach this

BRING DA MUTHAFUCKING RUCKUS!!!!!!!

damn VancouverWhiteboy got it

Id say some shit cause my name was said/
but you already been killed/
Aint no fun to kill a nigga already dead/
the last 2 bars of your first verse/
proved you soft and emotional/
I don't wanna make shit worse/
ah fuck it
go head kill yo self/
come to my block/
Ill provide the pills my self/
these couple lines is just sealin your coffin/
nigga put down the remote/
and go out more often/

WITH THIS IMAGE I PRETEND, I GOTTA KEEP IT REAL/MY HISTORY BEHIND CLOSED DOORS,5 LOCKS, 2 KEYS TO KEEP IT SEALED/GROUND UP 50 STORIES I START TO BUILD/A NEW LIFE ATLAST,BROKEN FROM DA MOULD, I CONTINUE TO CAST/FRESH NEW HATS,BRAND NEW SNEAKERS/BRAND NEW RIDE WIT 15 INCH SPEAKERS/EVERYBODY GOT A CELLY, BUT I KEPT THE BEEPER/LOTTERY PICK I AM NOT, BUT CONSIDER ME DA SLEEPER/I MAKE MOVES UNSEEN, I KEEP LOW ON DA RADAR/CUT YA THROAT WHILE SMOKING ON DA BLACK CIGAR/NEVER THINK ITS ME CAUSE IM UNEXPECTED/IM ON THE INSIDE, ILL MAKE YOUR SUSPECTED/KEEP A WATCH ON YA INSTEAD OF ME/HOUSE ARREST N LOCKED DOWN WHILE I CONTINUE TO RUN THESE STREETS/GIVE IT UP NIGGA, I CANT BE BEAT/HAVE SOMEONE COME THROUGH THE BACKDOOR IF YOU MOUTH STARTS TO LEAK/THE DON OF THIS FUCKIN TOWN,BEST KNOWN HUSTLER, POUND FOR POUND/FINGER TO DA CRACKHEADS WHILE THEY BOW TO MY THRONE, AS I WEAR THY CROWN/FUCK WIT ME, ILL MAKE YA AN EXAMPLE N PUT IN YOU DA GROUND WHERE YA BODY CANT BE FOUND/ QUESTIONS IF I KNEW YA, "SHIET, NEVER MET DA CLOWN"/THAT 50 CENT USED TO BE A DOLLAR,TILL THOSE NIGGAS IN PRISON STUCK IN THE DA ASS AND MADE HIM "HOLLA"/WHOS THAT NIGGA TRYIN TO KID, WE'ALL KNOW HES A FUCKIN SNITCH/ HIS FACE IS TATTOOED ON BUBBA'S ARM, CAUSE THATS HIS BITCH/CLICKITY-CLANK, CLICKITY-CLANK, WATCH 50 CENT GET USED AS BAIT/IN THE OCEAN IF HE CONTINUES TO OPEN HIS MOUTH/CUT HIM UP N WATCH THE SHARKS EAT HIM OUT/NEVER DISRESPECT THE LEGENDS, YOU ARENT WORTHY ENOUGH/ALL THE SHIT YOU ARE TALKIN, I CALL YOU BLUFF/YOU ARE JUST USED TO HAVING YO MOUTH OPENED, CAUSE BUBBA USED DA CUFFS/ SCREAMIN CAUSE THEY RUB ON YOUR WRISTS N START TO BLIST/DONT WORRY NIG, WHEN YOUR GONE YOU WONT BE MISSED . . . CURTIS

damn! no one votes on this site anymore....