You guys need to be schooled...

Every day the fuckin' streets iz stressin'
that's why I keep a Wessin'
that's why I'm deep in essence
no time for second guessin' you can keep ya questions/
Don't make me show ya how this glock hurts
I got the whole fuckin' block on clockwork
we rock dirt
don't step or ya be leavin' not breathin' with a shot shirt/
You fuckin' fake clown
I'll leave you paralyzed from the waste down
with eight rounds right now/
Bow down at the Don's feet
kiss the concrete
keepin' it real from QC to Long Beach/
I wish I could parl-ey
all day wit Bob Marl-ey/
But I gotta hustle all night long
sittin' in the studio tryin' to find the right songs
as I light bongs/
I'm ready to bust out someone's brain tissue
same shit, different pile I hate these lame issues/
I'm lovin' the weed smoke, ganja puffs
but everytime I turn around I got my arms in cuffs/
Fuck soft melodies
we run the streetz and cop felonies
ain't no bitch tellin' me/
What to do
shut up bitch, I'm just fuckin' you
and your hot ass cousin too/
Back in school
I never flashed the jewelz
never crashed the crews
now we smash 'em dudes
that be actin' rude
in fact, it's you/
I keep my method perfected
incase shit gets hectic in a second/
Pinky ringz and emerald begetz
medallionz hangin' on our necks
all the bitchez want iz sex/
We pimpin' out the yacht
if you dippin' out, you get shot/
Toss you in the ocean
I'm smokin' that purple potion/
The room's filled wit lots of smoke
peace out, done, I gotz to toke/

THIS IS HOW IT'S DONE.
Rascar… I hear you talkin greezy-as-fuck// Quicka than Nascar… I’ll get you smoked like trees-in –my -dutch. Rascar, you a punk groupie, about to get tossed off my Band Wagon// You’d be the Boss of rap, If hip-hop consisted of talkin slick wit ya pants-saggin. But Guess what Home-boy, there’s a lot more- to- rap//And fuck kickin that Gangsta shit// I got more- than- that. Once I post this thread… guaranteed you gon be shook-to-drop// I’ve Only been on this site for 2 weeks… and look how I shook the spot.// My flow’s butter… nigga I could cook ya block/// Did I stutter… I’ll get you popped like a crooked -cop. I got Doe –boy, from making mad noise-in-da-hood// The only time you see Dough-boy Is when you watchin Boyz-n-da-hood. (JOHN SINGLETON MOVIE)
And don’t pop shit just because we aint face to face… I got thugs everywhere, you can still get laced by the apes// Niggas will kick down your door raid ya place-n -escape. My borough aint safe, even in the parks-they-shootin// Niggas is Grimey, they’ll strip you naked like Marques- Houston. Rascar you to broke To see my chedder-dawg// So do yourself a favor and lean-back like fat-joe and the terror-squad.

TO SILVITA LIKE HO,SILENCE AND BYRD, AND ANYONE ELSE WHO AINT FEELIN THE KIDS//COME AND SEE ME…YOU ASSHOLES WON’T MAKE IT ACROSS THE BRIDGE

water wtf posting the same shit on every thread can't you have some one make a new one up for you

yo...betta watch out..cee keeps it gangsta for reeeeall...sykeeeee...and im gettin sicka seein that same water verse...he hypin himself more then he jerkin off these days...

Yeah, Water Head, stop posting that redundent rap doggy! I was feeling your flow. If you keep posting the same shit I'll start to understand why I put you on the "Bite List".

SORRY. I WANNA BATTLE TYHE ILLEST NIGGA IN HERE. BECAUSE MY NEW SHIT IS GUARANTEED TO GIVE ME THE CROWN I THOUGHT OF THE SICKEST METAPHOR...AND I GOT SOME OTHER DECENT PUNCHES.

Well go see the dude with the crown, he welcomed whoever wanted a title fight!

WHO?